He had been attending, then, in spite of the bread balls.
"Yes. That's the fellow's name. Rather intelligent. Got quite a sense of practical issues."
Hunting's praise implied a reproach to David, whose unfinished article was blowing about the floor in scattered leaves and who was evidently without much sense of practical issues.
David read the letter.
"Well, what do you think of it? Eh?"
"I'm not sure," said David thoughtfully, turning over the paper.
"Well, but what do you think? You know the man. Is he to be trusted? What do you think about my going up there for a bit of looking round and seeing what can be done? You've heard of my work in the Midlands?"
David nodded.
He was not sure. There was some bitter taint of egotism in Coast which he distrusted. The men at Anderby had seemed on the whole more prosperous, less prepared for change than in other places. They had on the whole not been very interested in what he said. Only Coast and Waite—neither of them quite disinterested. In a year or two....
"Well, well?" Hunting's sharp voice sounded impatient. "What do you think?"