Such little fields--such little rivers--such tiny journeys! And these immense towns treading on each other's heels.

Don't you feel crowded up ?" "You are home-sick already ?" He laughed--"No, no!" But the gleam in his eyes admitted it.

And Elizabeth's heart sank--down and down.
* * * * * A few more guests arrived for Sunday--a couple of politicians, a journalist, a poet, one or two agreeable women, a young Lord S., who had just succeeded to one of the oldest of English marquisates, and so on.
Elizabeth had chosen the party to give Anderson pleasure, and as a guest he did not disappoint her pride in him.

He talked well and modestly, and the feeling towards Canada and the Canadians in English society had been of late years so friendly that although there was often colossal ignorance, there was no coolness in the atmosphere about him.

Lord S.
confused Lake Superior with Lake Ontario, and was of opinion that the Mackenzie River flowed into the Ottawa.