“Oh, what do I care about wheat⁠—about this wretched scrambling for money. Curtis was busy, you say? He looked that way?”

Page nodded: “Everybody was,” she said. Then she hazarded:

“I wouldn’t worry, Laura. Of course, a man must give a great deal of time to his business. I didn’t mind when Landry couldn’t come home with me.”

“Oh⁠—Landry,” murmured Laura.

On the instant Page bridled, her eyes snapping.