That it was something quite different seemed to be a deep relief to Cosimo. He returned from the door again.
“What’s that?” he said.
“It’s different,” Amory said slowly, “but related. Let me think a moment how to put it.... You were speaking a few minutes ago of selling out from the Eden and the Suffrage Shop. If I understand you, things aren’t going altogether well.”
“They aren’t,” said Cosimo, almost grimly.
“And then,” Amory continued, “there’s Mr. Prang. Neither you nor Strong seem very satisfied about him.”
“It’s Strong who isn’t satisfied. I’ve no complaints to make about Prang.”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about that too, and I’ve had an idea. I’m not sure that after all Strong mayn’t be right. I admit Prang states a case as well as it could be stated; the question is whether it’s quite the case we want stated. His case is ours to a large extent, but perhaps not altogether. And as matters stand we’re in his hands about India, simply because he knows more about it than we do. You see what I mean?”
“Not quite,” said Cosimo.
“No? Well, let me tell you what I’ve been thinking....”