"I was sitting knitting, when something seemed to force me to look up--and I saw, or I thought I saw, the spirit of a dear, dead friend." Sir Lyon uttered an exclamation of extreme astonishment.
"Yes, I know it was only my imagination," Helen went on in a low, troubled voice.

"But it gave me a most fearful shock, and I feel that, however long I live, I shall never forget it!" "I wish you would tell me a little more about it," he said persuasively.
"I don't ask out of idle curiosity.

I was very much impressed by what happened on the first night of our visit here--I mean at the seance." "So was I," she said reluctantly.

"But, of course, this had nothing to do with--with anything of that sort.

In fact, Bubbles (as she has asked me to call her) was sitting, asleep, I think, in that curious old carved confessional box.