You are Constance Berkley's son--Connie Berkley! The sweetest girl that ever lived." There was a silence.

Then Mrs.Craig said gently: "I was her maid of honour, Mr.Berkley." Ailsa raised her eyes to his altered face, startled at the change in it.

He looked at her absently, then his gaze reverted to Ailsa Paige.
"I loved her dearly," said Mrs.Craig, dropping a light, impulsive hand on his.

"I want her son to know it." Her eyes were soft and compassionate; her hand still lingered lightly on his, and she let it rest so.
"Mrs.Craig," he said, "_you_ are the most real person I have known in many years among the phantoms.

I thought your sister-in-law was.