Mrs. Stevenson faces me and shakes her head. “Miss Pigot, I’m sorry we couldn’t come to a more satisfactory arrangement. There’s no easy way to say this. The Corresponding Board in Calcutta will name from its members a Consulting Committee to oversee the Female Mission.”
No doubt one filled with my enemies.
“The Lady Superintendent, that is to say you, will have a seat on this new committee and an equal voice on all matters.” Mrs. Stevenson returns to her chair leaving me at the window. I dimly hear a train whistle and observe the soot on the sandstone buildings. Equal voice indeed. One among how many? I collect myself and return to my place. Everyone’s coffee is cold. Mrs. Williamson rings for a fresh pot as we all sit silently. When it arrives, she pours it out. Steam circles over the table.
“What exactly is my relationship to this Consulting Committee?” I ask.
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