Now the practical reality was brought before her.

The French, who were only separated from the English metropolis by a mere few miles of Channel, did not exchange their actors year after year in increasing numbers, making a mere friendly barter of each other's territory, as though each land was common ground and not divided by leagues of ocean travel.
"It seems so wonderful," Lady Anstruthers argued.

"I have always felt as if they hated each other." "They did once--but how could it last between those of the same blood--of the same tongue?
If we were really aliens we might be a menace.

But we are of their own." Betty leaned forward on the edge of the box, looking out over the crowded house, filled with almost as many Americans as English faces.

She smiled, reflecting.