As for his tiresome widow, she'll see it in the _Morning Post_--and then she'll believe it, too!" Blanche Farrow told herself that this mysterious and extraordinary message might have something to do with Bubbles; and as she got up, she went on thinking with increasing unease of the unexpected assignation which lay before her.
It was a comfort to feel that that disagreeable man, James Tapster, was gone, and that the rest of the party, with the exception of herself and Bubbles, were going to-day.
Something had again been said about Miss Burnaby and her niece staying on, and she had heard Varick pressing them earnestly to do so; but the old lady had been unwilling to break her plan, the more so that she had an appointment with her dentist.

Then Varick had asked why Miss Brabazon shouldn't stay on till Saturday?
There had been a considerable discussion about it; but Blanche secretly hoped they would all go away.
She felt tired and unlike herself.

The events of the last few days had shaken her badly.
What an extraordinary difference a few moments can make in one's outlook on life! Blanche Farrow was uncomfortably aware that she would never forget what had happened to her on New Year's Eve.

That strange and fearful experience had obliterated some of her clearest mental landmarks.

She wished to think, she tried very hard to think, that in some mysterious way the vision she had seen with such terrible distinctness had been a projection from Bubbles' brain--Bubbles' uncanny gift working, perchance, on Lionel Varick's mind and memory.