"Mr. Anderson would, I think, be pleased with you," said Delaine, drily.
Elizabeth frowned a little.
"Do you think I learnt it from him? I assure you he never rhapsodises."
"No; but he gives you the material for rhapsodies."
"And why not?" said Elizabeth indignantly. "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.