“But I never knew that you could see it from here. You never told me.”
“You know why. I told you that I was never happy there. And now, you see, since the old people died and the land was sold, it really has nothing to do with us.”
“Still, it’s rather wonderful to be looking into—into another country. It is Wales, isn’t it?”
“Yes—part of it’s in Wales. Felindre is in England.”
Edwin pondered for a moment.
“I’m rather glad I’m not half-Welsh, anyway,” he said. “But I wish I’d been there.”
“Do you?” she answered dreamily. “Yes—I wish we had been there together. It was a different sort of life. I thought—I just thought I should like to see it again.”
He was a little alarmed at the wistfulness in her voice.
“Mother—what do you mean?” he cried.
“Nothing, Eddie, nothing. It was another life.”