Now she looked back over her shoulder and down into Celia's pretty eyes--eyes as unspoiled as her own.
In Celia Craig remained that gracious and confident faith in kinship which her Northern marriage had neither extinguished nor chilled.

The young man who waited below was a Berkley, a kinsman.
Name and quality were keys to her hospitality.

There was also another key which this man possessed, and it fitted a little locked compartment in Celia Craig's heart.

But Ailsa had no knowledge of this.

And now Mrs.Craig was considering the advisability of telling her--not all, perhaps,--but something of how matters stood between the House of Craig and the House of Berkley.