He selected a folded sheet of paper, and showed what looked like a dry blade of grass.

The wheat, he said, on certain farms in his Company's territory had begun to suffer from a strange disease; here was an example of the parasite-eaten growth; no one yet had recognised the disease or discovered a check for it.
"Let my father have it," said Irene.

"He is interested in all that kind of thing." "Really?
Seriously ?" "Quite seriously.

He would much like to see it." "Then I will either call on him, or write to him, when I get back." Miss Derwent had not yet spoken of her destination.

She mentioned, now, that she was going to spend a week or two with relations at a country place in Cheshire.