"Yes," Christine said simply. "I know people. I could sense that you were searching for yourself."
I wondered how somebody who knew people could be so needful of acceptance. I would find out later, for we had plenty of time. "Do you know what my people did?" I asked.
"Your mother was a domestic servant in a big house," Christine said. "I could not find who your father was. It"s possible that he was the master of the house." She smiled. "You might have blue blood in your veins if you want it."
"Do you know his name?"
"It may have been Adam Gordon," Christine"s eyes twinkled. "Kate"s uncle."
I started and thought of Penrioch and the attitude of the landowners to the people there. "I don"t wish blue blood," I said.
"No. Your Kirk blood is good enough for anybody." Christine seemed to ha
