"Considering everything, that's quite a pity," Nevis pointed out. "The visit probably cost you a good deal of money; and"—he added this with a grim suggestiveness—"wheat is steadily going down."
Florence gazed at him with a hardening face. He evidently meant it as a reminder that she owed him money. The man was becoming intolerable.
"Is it?" she asked indifferently. "In any case, I shall no doubt manage to meet my debts when they fall due."
Nevis had reasons for believing that it would be more difficult than she seemed to anticipate, but he talked about something else, and then, finding that his companion did not favor him with very much attention, he took his leave. When he was getting into his buggy Hunter came up and stopped him.
"I'm rather busy, but I can spare you a few minutes if it's necessary," he said.
Nevis looked at him with a provocative smile.
"It isn't," he answered. "It was your wife I came to see; she entrusted me with the arranging of a little matter."
He gathered up the reins, and added, as though to explain his departure:
"There are several things I want to get through with at the bluff this evening."
"Then I won't try to keep you."