CHAPTER XIII.
But even while Varick and Blanche Farrow were arranging together that this disturbing and mysterious occurrence should remain secret, Helen Brabazon was actually engaged in telling one who was still a stranger to her the story of her amazing experience.
Perhaps this was owing to the fact that the door of the hall had scarcely shut behind her when she met Sir Lyon Dilsford face to face.
Almost involuntarily he exclaimed, with a good deal of real concern in his voice: "Is anything the matter?
I hope you haven't had bad news ?" She said, "Oh, no," and shook her head; but the tears welled up again into her eyes.
When an attractive girl who generally shows remarkable powers of quietude and self-control breaks down, and proves herself a very woman after all, the average man is generally touched, and more than a little moved.

Sir Lyon felt oddly affected by Helen's evident distress, and an ardent desire to console and to help her rose instinctively in his mind.
"Come into the study!" he exclaimed in a low voice.

"And tell me if there's anything I can do to help you ?" She obeyed him, and, as he followed her in, he shut the door.
She sat down, and for a while he stood before her, gazing sympathetically into her flushed, tear-stained face.
"I'm afraid you'll think it so absurd," she said falteringly.

"Even I can hardly believe now that what happened _did_ happen!" "Don't tell me--if you'd rather not," he said suddenly; a very disagreeable suspicion entering his mind.
Was it within the bounds of possibility that James Tapster had tried to--to kiss her?
Sir Lyon had a great prejudice against the poor millionaire, but he instantly rejected the idea.

If such a thing had indeed happened to her, Helen Brabazon was the last girl ever to offer to tell anyone, least of all a man.
Helen all at once felt that it would be a comfort to confide her strange, terrifying experience to this kind new friend.
"I'd rather tell you, I think." She waited a moment, and then came out with a bald statement of what had happened.