"This is exactly the sort of room in which one would expect to meet a ghost!" she exclaimed.
The room into which she had just been ushered had, in very truth, a strange, unused, haunted look.

Very different from that into which Helen had just peeped.

For Miss Farrow's present bed-chamber, with its tapestried and panelled walls, its red brocaded curtains, and carved oak furniture, the whole lit up by a bright, cheerful fire, was very cosy.
But here, in the haunted room next door, the fire was only lit at night, and now one of the windows over the moat was open, and it was very cold.
Helen went over to the open window.

She leant over and stared down into the dark, sullen-looking water.
"How beautiful this place must be in summer!" she exclaimed.
"I hope you will come and see it, this next summer." Varick spoke in measured tones, but deep in his heart he not only hoped, but he was determined on something very different--namely, that the girl now turning her bright, guileless, eager face to his would then be installed at Wyndfell Hall as his wife, and therefore as mistress of the wonderful old house.

And this hope, this imperious determination, turned his mind suddenly to a less agreeable subject of thought--that is, to Bubbles Dunster.
Had he known what he now knew about Bubbles' curious gift, he would not have included her in his Christmas party.