“But you never do tell me,” she objected. “I never know what you are doing. I hear through Mr. Court or Mr. Gretry, but never through you. Don’t you think you could trust me? I want to enter into your life on its every side, Curtis. Tell me,” she suddenly demanded, “what are you doing now?”

“Very well, then,” he said, “I’ll tell you. Of course you mustn’t speak about it. It’s nothing very secret, but it’s always as well to keep quiet about these things.”

She gave her word, and leaned her elbows on the table, prepared to listen intently. Jadwin crushed a lump of sugar against the inside of his coffee cup.

“Well,” he began, “I’ve not been doing anything very exciting, except to buy wheat.”

“What for?”