"But of course we can't tell what exactly she did see.

She may have seen something--someone--quite different from what I thought I saw." Varick began staring into the fire again, and Blanche felt intolerably nervous and uncomfortable.

"I think, Lionel, that I must speak to Bubbles very seriously!" she said at last.

"I haven't a doubt _now_ that she really has got some uncanny power--a power of stirring the imagination--of making those about her think they see visions." "But why should she have chosen that you should see such--such a vision as that ?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
"Ah, there you have me! I can't imagine what should prompt her to do such a cruel, unseemly thing." "You think it's quite impossible that Bubbles personated either of these--these"-- he hesitated for a word, and Blanche answered his only half-asked question very decidedly.
"If there'd been only one figure there, I confess I should have thought that Bubbles had in some way dressed up, and 'worked it.' You know how fond she used to be of practical jokes?
But there were two forms--absolutely distinct the one from the other." Lionel Varick took a turn up and down the long room.

Then he came and stood opposite to her, and she was shocked at the change in his face.