But you are still more real." "Am I ?" she laid her other hand over his, considering him earnestly.

Ailsa looking on, astonished, noticed a singular radiance on his face--the pale transfiguration from some quick inward illumination.
Then Celia Craig's voice sounded almost caressingly: "I think you should have come to see us long ago." A pause.

"You are as welcome in this house as your mother would be if she were living.

I love and honour her memory." "I have honoured little else in the world," he said.

They looked at one another for a moment; then her quick smile broke out.