"But you miss it," she says and there's no question at all in her tone. Perhaps Darrow has afforded them opportunities they might not have had otherwise and although they are certainly not rich, they've made themselves a comfortable enough life between both their incomes and what the city supplies to them. Even so, she knows they both miss things about the home they've left behind in Cornwall. Demelza misses the friends she'd made and she misses Verity terribly. She misses the way the air smelled and how lovely it was to wake before the sun and be able to walk out her front door and watch as the sun rose over the edge of the water.

Ross misses the mine. He misses the cliffs and being able to ride. He misses Dwight and perhaps, though he'd never admit it even to himself, Francis as well. He'd not say it to Demelza and for that she's grateful, but she's certain he misses Elizabeth, too.

"I know 'ee miss it," she says. "Tis nothing to fault you for, there's so much I miss of Nampara, too. I miss Jud and Prudie if 'ee can believe it." She's smiling suddenly, remembering all the awful things they'd done, the hateful words they'd said, the cuffs to the back of her head she'd received more than a few times from Prudie before she and Ross had married. "They were worst servants in perhaps all the free world, though. Tis a good thing I didn't learn how to be a kitchen maid from them, isn't it?"