‘I don’t know. Why are there no daffodils now?’
‘No.’
Again there was a space of silence. Ursula looked at the moon. It had gathered itself together, and was quivering slightly.
‘Was it good for you, to be alone?’ she asked.
‘Perhaps. Not that I know much. But I got over a good deal. Did you do anything important?’
‘No. I looked at England, and thought I’d done with it.’
‘Why England?’ he asked in surprise.
‘I don’t know, it came like that.’
‘It isn’t a question of nations,’