I wish you'd tell me," he went on, "exactly how the figure struck you?
Can you describe to me in greater detail the appearance of what seemed to be the spirit of your friend ?" Helen did not quite understand what he meant, but she answered obediently: "It's very difficult to describe more exactly what I did see.

As I told you just now, the eyes alone seemed to be really alive in the pale, waxen-looking face, and I thought the mouth quivered." "I know," he interjected quickly.
"But the rest of her poor, thin, emaciated looking body seemed to be so stiff and still, swathed in the long, white grave-clothes--and I can't express to you the sort of growing horror of it all! I _knew_ it was only a few moments, yet it _seemed_ like hours of time.

I felt as if I _must_ call out and indeed I did.

But before I could go on to utter her name, Miss Farrow spoke to me, my aunt got up from her chair, and Mr.
Varick rushed forward! Of course it all happened in much less time than it takes to tell." She looked at him earnestly.

What a kind, dependable face he had! "Have you, Sir Lyon, any explanation to suggest ?" she asked.
"I don't suppose," he said slowly, "that you would accept my explanation, Miss Brabazon." "I think I would," she said simply.