"Mr.Romayne has the floor," said the Reverend Mr.
Rhye, who himself was tingling with desire for utterance.

Mr.Romayne's appearance and voice suggested the boredom of one who felt the whole thing to be rather a nuisance.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began, "I must apologise for venturing to speak at all, having so recently come to this country, though I am glad to say that I have been received with such cordial kindness that I do not feel myself a stranger." "You're all right, Jack," cried a voice.

"You're right at home." "I am at home," said Jack, "and that is one thing that makes me able to speak.

Few of you can understand the feeling that comes to one who, travelling six thousand miles away from the heart of the Empire, finds himself still among his own folk and under the same old flag.

Nor can I express the immense satisfaction and pride that come to me when I find here in this new world a virile young nation offering a welcome to men of all nationalities, an equal opportunity to make home and fortune for themselves, and find also these various nationalities uniting in the one purpose of building solid and secure an outpost of the Empire to which we all belong.