Nothing was to be seen of that just now, indeed, other than the peculiarly soft and grave expression which Daisy's face had worn all this week; and which kept reminding the Captain to be sorry for her.
They got through with Alfred at last--by the way, the Captain had effaced the dividing lines of the seven kingdoms and brought all to one in Egbert's time--and now they went on with Alfred's successors.

A place was found on the sand for Denmark and Norway to shew themselves; and Sweyn and Canute came over; and there was no bating to the interest with which the game of human life went on.

In short, Daisy and the Captain having tucked themselves away in a nook of the beach and the tenth and eleventh centuries, were lost to all the rest of the world and to the present time; till a servant at last found them with the information that the luncheon bell had rung, and Mrs.Randolph was ready to go out with the Captain.

And William the Conqueror had just landed at Hastings! "Never mind, Daisy," said the Captain; "we'll go on with it, the next chance we get." Daisy thanked him earnestly, but the thought that Sunday must come and go first, threw a shadow over her thanks.

The Captain saw it; and walked home thinking curiously about the "field of battle"-- not Hastings.
Daisy did not go in to luncheon.