“No. I asked her. And she said—‘Oh, no, I was too miserable. Oh, Anita, I was miserable.’ And then she began again telling funny stories about her experiences. No, she was back in England before she began Eden Walls. However, she seems to have made quite a little income at last, even to have saved. And then, just when she began to see her way before her to a sort of security, then she threw it all up and came home.”
“Just like Madala! But why?”
“Heaven knows! Homesick, she said.”
“But she hadn’t got a home!”
“It was England—the English country—the south country—the Westering Hill country. She used to talk about it like—like a lover.”
“Isn’t that more probable?” said Mr. Flood.
“What?”
“A lover.”
“Carey?”
“Not necessarily Carey.”