(Loveday and Robert return, conversing. Loveday comes quickly across to Nora.)
Loveday.
Oh, Nora, what lots of sheep! And the hills, how beautiful they are. The air is as clear as crystal and the sky seems so big.
Gordon.
You notice that? Isn’t the sky the same size in England, Miss Loveday?
Loveday.
No! The sky in England seems closer down on us than it is here. Our sky, even when it is blue, is as though all the smoke from all the chimneys had got on to it and weighed it down a bit.
Gordon.
Everything is big here; and mostly beautiful. It makes big ideas come into one’s head to be so solitary on these wide hills. Big ideas hover but they won’t settle down into words, so one doesn’t know clearly what they are.
Loveday.