Annette could only say again:
“I’m sorry.”
Instead of moving away, she sat down on the bank, and Bennett knelt quite near her. Seeking to explain away her desire to stay, she said:
“It’s so lovely here.”
“It’s not so beautiful as Scotland.”
“Or Westmoreland.”
“Have you been to Scotland?”
“I was at school in Edinburgh.”
“My father comes from Scotland.”