Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
the gas. Eckert had lit a cigarette and was calmly blowing the smoke It was Eckert who had come into his office several days ago and told Eckert was just a dull, formless blur opposite him. His cigarette was out. Eckert had come into his office without saying a word and had watched his scenery-window. It had been snowing in the window, the white flakes making a simple pattern drifting past the glass. Eckert had fiddled with the controls and changed it to sunshine, then to a weird mixture of hail amid the brassy, golden sunlight. And then Eckert had told him that Pendleton had taken the short way out. Pendleton? Try to forget it and drink a toast to him at the next class reunion? And never, never be so crude as to speculate why Pendleton Eckert and he had talked it out and gone over the records. Pendleton had been elected president of that, he had graduated with such and such honors. But try getting a picture of him by reading the records, resurrect him from a page of black print. Would he be human? Would he be flesh and blood? Hell, no! In the statistics Pendleton was the All-Around Boy, the cold marble statue with the finely chiseled muscles Pendleton had been in his second year as attache on Tunpesh, a small maybe the Service had slipped up, as it sometimes did, and Tunpesh had to pay his respects to Pendleton. Only Pendleton wasn't there. The Tunpesh had been Pendleton's second assignment. Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two But that wasn't the real reason. Maybe Eckert thought so, but he knew Pendleton had been killed and who had killed him. That was it. Warm breezes rustled through Eckert's graying hair and tugged gently suddenly, acutely aware that he and Templin would be stranded for six at that, away from the din and the hustle and confusion, spending the time in a place where the sun was warm and inviting. , he thought, thinking about the warmth and comfort. Like old dogs and octogenarians. Templin was looking at the scenery with a disappointed expression on his face. Eckert stole a side glance at him and for a fleeting moment surface can prove to be quite dangerous underneath." "It's rather hard to think of danger in a setting like this." Eckert nodded agreement. "It wouldn't fit, would it? It would be like a in the shadow of huge trees and hugged the banks of a small stream. It looked fairly primitive, Eckert thought, and yet it didn't have the earmarks, the characteristics of most primitive villages. It didn't Eckert stared at them for a moment, wondering what it was that seemed seamed face and white hair aged him somewhat. Eckert still had the wide expanse of the countryside. There wasn't, so far as he could see, much manufacturing above the level of handicrafts and simple weaving. Colored patches on far hillsides indicated the presence of farms, and It was late afternoon when they followed Jathong into a small, white-washed house midway up a hill. "You are free to use this while you are here," he said. Eckert and Templin took a quick tour of the few rooms. They were well furnished, in a rustic sort of way, and what modern conveniences they didn't have they could easily do without. The youngsters who had carried their luggage left it outside and quietly faded away. It was Eckert shrugged. "That's one of the things you do out of habit, try them." He stopped for a moment, thinking. "Did you notice the context? He didn't say he didn't want what we showed him. He said there was nothing that he wanted. Implying that everything he wanted, he the way Templin had put it, as if any deviation from an Earth norm was "In what way?" The words came out slowly. "The people are too casual, as though they're playing a rehearsed part. Here we are, from an entirely different solar system, landed in what must be to them an unusual we're supposed to think—just an idyllic, harmless society. Maybe that's what Pendleton thought, right to the very end." He was keyed up, jumpy, Eckert realized. He would probably be seeing "It hasn't been established yet that Pendleton was killed, Ray. Let's wood slat blinds, carrying the fragrance of the trees and the grass, and he inhaled deeply and let his thoughts wander for a moment. It was He turned his head a little to watch Templin get ready for bed. There even realize. He wondered what Templin would do if he ever found out psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own feelings and emotions would almost exactly be duplicated in Templin's. A few stray wisps of starlight pierced through the blinds and sparkled power pack, Eckert saw grimly, probably leading to the buttons on his Eckert put down the chain he had been whittling and reached for his "Well, what do you think about it?" "The obvious. They evidently have as much technology as they want, at least in fields where they have to have it." "How come they haven't gone any further?" Eckert sighed and watched a fat bug waddle across a small patch of sunlight on the wooden floor. It was bad enough drawing an assignment in a totally foreign culture, even if the natives were humanoid. It complicated things beyond all measure when your partner in the project seemed likely to turn into a vendettist. It meant that Eckert would "You're convinced that Pendleton was murdered, aren't you?" those lines. But nobody has mentioned Pendleton discreet statements that we would like to talk to Pendleton's friends, "What reason?" Templin shrugged. "Murder. What other reason could there be?" Eckert rolled up the thin, slatted blinds and stared out at the "Does it? I hadn't noticed." Eckert turned away from the blinds. His "You knew Pendleton," Templin repeated grimly. "Do you think it was out that we know it is?" Templin's eyes dueled for a moment. Then he turned his back and walked to the window. "I suppose you're right," he said at last. "It's nice living here, Ted. Maybe I've been fighting it. But I can't help thinking that Don must have liked it here, too." The old Greek ideal , he thought: shrugged mentally. Templin looked as if he was about to break down and in Templin's getting excited and doing something he was bound to regret if Templin ever finds out Eckert took another sip of the wine and turned to the Tunpeshan on his knew about Pendleton's death. Eckert gnawed the dainty meat off a slender Pendleton Eckert had a sudden clammy feeling which quickly passed away. What Nayova had said was something he'd make sure Templin never heard about. Pendleton had killed Eckert stared bleakly at his wine glass and tried to put the pieces of to dwindle and the center of the circle became filled with the motions of shadows intermixed with the swift, sure movements of glistening limbs. Eckert felt his eyebrows crawl upward. Apparently the dance was . He glanced across the circle at Templin. Templin's face—what he could see of it by the flickering light—was brick red. A voice spoke in his ear. "It is hard for us to imagine anybody doing Eckert translated as being roughly equivalent to "

<question>:
Why can we infer that Eckert had changed the office window-scenery before telling Templin about Pendleton's demise?

<options>:
A In order to make the scenery less dreary than the news would already seem.
B In order to  let in light to the dark room so that he could see his reaction.
C As a last effort to convince Eckert to travel to Tunpesh and see the scenery for himself.
D In order to show what the current state was outside.

<answer>:

A