Then, silently, the funeral crowd dispersed, and another crowd--of officials and business men--claimed the Governor-General.

Standing in its midst, he turned for a moment to scan the West-bound train.
"Ah, Lady Merton!" He had perceived the car and Elizabeth's face at the window, and he hastened across to speak to her.

They were old friends in England, and they had already met in Ottawa.
"So I find you on your travels! Well ?" His look, gay and vivacious as a boy's, interrogated hers.

Elizabeth stammered a few words in praise of Canada.

But her eyes were still wet, and the Governor-General perceived it.
"That was touching ?" he said.