Suppose Celia had gone to the kitchen! What would Celia think of her attitude toward the son of Constance Berkley?
She had never told Celia that she had seen Berkley or that she even knew of his whereabouts.

What would Celia think! In her sudden consternation she had walked straight to the closed door.

She hesitated an instant; then she opened the door.

And Berkley, seated as he had been seated that Christmas Eve, all alone by the burning candle, dropped his hands from his face and looked up.

Then he rose and stood gazing at her.
She said, haughtily: "I suppose I am laying myself open to misconstruction and insult again by coming here to speak to you." "Did you come to speak to me, Ailsa ?" "Yes.