"Did he seem very busy?"
"Who, Landry? I—"
"No, no, no, Curtis."
"Oh, I should say so. Why, Laura, I think, honestly, I think wheat went down to—oh, way down. They say that means so much to Mr. Jadwin, and it went down, down, down. It looked that way to me. Don't that mean that he'll lose a great deal of money? And Landry seemed so brave and courageous through it all. Oh, I felt for him so; I just wanted to go right into the Pit with him and stand by his shoulder."
Laura started up with a sharp gesture of impatience and exasperation, crying:
"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.