But in that instant Key caught a glimpse of a face that might not only have thrilled him in its beauty, its freshness, but in some vague suggestiveness.

Yet it was not that which set his pulses beating; it was the look of joyous recognition set in the parted lips and sparkling eyes, the glow of childlike innocent pleasure that mantled the sweet young face, the frank confusion of suddenly realized expectancy and longing.

A great truth gripped his throbbing heart, and held it still.
It was the face that he had seen in the hollow! The movement of the young girl was too marked to escape the eye of the Lady Superior, though she had translated it differently.

"You must not believe our young ladies are all so rude, Don Preble," she said dryly; "though our dear child has still some of the mountain freedom.

And this is the Senor Rivers's sister.