“But his daughter is alive, and what has she done....”
“Don’t ask me what she’s done, miss.”
“But I do, sir, I do.”
“Then if you must have it, you must. I want a good man of my own race to farm my land, not an enemy alien.”
Mona is speechless for one moment, choking with anger; at the next she is back on the road, weeping bitterly.
Oskar is in the avenue when she returns to it, and seeing she is in trouble he speaks to her.
She tells him what has happened, omitting what was said about himself.
“Your family have lived in Knockaloe for generations, haven’t they?” he says.
“Four generations.”