She gazed anxiously into Varick's pale, set face. "She says, 'Remember the Arbour.' D'you follow me?"
She asked the question with a certain urgency, and Bubbles' host nodded, imperceptibly.
Then she left him, dragging her chair along till she was just opposite Helen Brabazon.
"I see a man standing behind you," she began; "he is dressed in rather curious, old-fashioned cricketing clothes."
A look of amazement and understanding passed over Helen's face.
Bubbles went on, confidently: "He is a tall, well-set-up man. He has light brown hair and grey eyes. He is smiling. I think it is your father. Now he looks grave. He is uneasy about you. He is sorry you came here, to Wyndfell Hall. Do you follow me?"
But Helen shook her head. She felt bewildered and oppressed. "I wonder," she said falteringly, "if he could give me a sign? I do so long to know if it is really my dear, dear father."
Blanche Farrow turned a little hot. It was too bad of Bubbles to do the thing in this way!
"He says—he says—I hear him say a word—" Bubbles stopped and knit her brows. "'Girl, girl'—no, it isn't 'girl'—"
"Girlie?" murmured Helen under her breath.