“You have never been there?”
“No. Mama used to tell us what she did as a girl and of the Manor House where she lived in Gloucester. It all sounded fascinating.”
“Do you like Ceylon?”
“Of course. It has always been my home and I love Colombo, the people, the flowers, and the sea. Mama always said that if we went to England we would miss the sunshine, but there would be many compensations.”
“And what did she think those are?” Lord Hawkston asked in a slightly sceptical voice.
“I think Mama felt her roots were in England and that therefore the country – was a part of herself. I am sure that she was right and nationality is something far deeper and more fundamental than merely having a certain type of passport.”
Lord Hawkston glanced at Dominica in surprise.
This was not the sort of rem
