But Elizabeth was afraid of no one; and no one repulsed her.

The high official who took them through, lingered over the process, busy as the morning was, all for the _beaux yeux_ of Elizabeth; and they left him pondering by what legerdemain he could possibly so manipulate his engagements that afternoon as to join Lady Merton's tea-party.
"Well, that was quite interesting!" said Delaine as they emerged.
Elizabeth, however, would certainly have detected the perfunctoriness of the tone, and the hypocrisy of the speech, had she had any thoughts to spare.
But her face showed her absorbed.
"Isn't it _amazing_!" Her tone was quiet, her eyes on the ground.
"Yet, after all, the world has seen a good many emigrations in its day!" remarked Delaine, not without irritation.
She lifted her eyes.
"Ah--but nothing like this! One hears of how the young nations came down and peopled the Roman Empire.

But that lasted so long.

One person--with one life--could only see a bit of it.

And here one sees it _all_--all, at once!--as a great march--the march of a new people to its home.