They were singularly like brother and sister in their mental attitude.

They had driven through twenty miles of forest which belonged to one or other of them.

Each was touched by the intangible, inexplicable dignity that belongs to the possession of great lands--to the inheritance of a great name.
"That is the confession," she said.
He gave a little laugh.
"If none of us had worse than that upon our consciences," he answered, "there would be little harm in the world, De Chauxville's schemes have only hurried on a crisis which was foreordained.

The progress of humanity cannot be stayed.

They have tried to stay it in this country.
They will go on trying until the crash comes.