And in truth it was an endearing trait.
The personality and the position, too--the wonderful combination of them--that, perhaps, was what was finally fascinating in the case.

The little old lady, with her white hair and her plain mourning clothes, in her wheeled chair or her donkey-carriage--one saw her so; and then--close behind--with their immediate suggestion of singularity, of mystery, and of power--the Indian servants.

That was the familiar vision, and it was admirable; but, at chosen moments, it was right that the widow of Windsor should step forth apparent Queen.

The last and the most glorious of such occasions was the Jubilee of 1897.

Then, as the splendid procession passed along, escorting Victoria through the thronged re-echoing streets of London on her progress of thanksgiving to St.Paul's Cathedral, the greatness of her realm and the adoration of her subjects blazed out together.