"If he didn't love the country and believe in it he wouldn't be going into its public life.

You can feel that he is Canadian through and through." "A farmer's son, I think, from Manitoba ?" "Yes." Elizabeth's tone was a little defensive.
"Will you not sometimes--if you watch his career--regret that, with his ability, he has not the environment--and the audience--of the Old World ?" "No, never! He will be one of the shapers of the new." Delaine looked at her with a certain passion.
"All very well, but _you_ don't belong to it.

We can't spare you from the old." "Oh, as for me, I'm full of vicious and corrupt habits!" put in Elizabeth hurriedly.

"I am not nearly good enough for the new!" "Thank goodness for that!" said Delaine fervently, and, bending forward, he tried to see her face.

But Elizabeth did not allow it.