This suggested one or two questions, which Jessie desired to ask, but she did not frame them immediately. “It must be dull for you,” she said sympathetically.
“I don’t mean to complain,” her companion informed her. “Tom’s reasonable; the last time I said anything about being left alone he bought me the pair of ponies.”
“You’re fortunate in several ways; there are not a great many people who can make such presents. But while everybody knows how your husband has been successful lately, I’m a little surprised that he’s able to go into Clavering’s irrigation scheme. It’s an expensive one; but I understand, they intend to confine it to a few, which means that those interested will have to subscribe handsomely.”
“Tom,” said her companion, “likes to have a number of different things in hand. He told me it was wiser when I said I couldn’t tell my friends back East what he really is, because he seemed to be everything at once. But your brother’s interested in a good many things too, isn’t he?”
“I believe so,” answered Jessie. “Still, I’m pretty sure he couldn’t afford to join Clavering and at the same time take up a big block of shares in Mr. Vane’s mine.”
“But Tom isn’t going to do the latter now.”
Jessie was almost startled; this was valuable information which she could scarcely have expected to obtain so easily. There was more she desired to ascertain, but she had no intention of making any obvious inquiries.
“It’s generally understood that Mr. Vane and your husband are on good terms,” she said. “You know him, don’t you?”
“I’ve met him at one or two places, and I like him, but when I mention him, Tom smiles. He says it’s unfortunate Mr. Vane can only see one thing at once, and that the one which lies right in front of his eyes. For all that I’ve heard him own that the man is likeable.”
“Then it’s a pity he’s unable to stand by him now.”