“I, too, am from the land. I grew up on a farm. I love the land and think to return to it—to have my little strip when I am free—when my boys have done their schooling. I shall go back.”
He turned towards her and Miriam smiled into the soft brown eyes and tried to think of something to say.
“My grandfather was a gentleman-farmer.”
“Ah—that does not surprise me—but what a very English expression!”
“Is it?”
“Well, it sounds so to us. We Swiss are very democratic.”
“I think I’m a radical.”
Pastor Lahmann lifted his chin and laughed softly.
“You are a vairy ambitious young lady.”
“Yes.”