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Varick's grievances were of a nature to bear the inspection of the New York courts. A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue, and in the semi-widowhood of this second separation Mrs. Varick took on an air of sanctity, and was allowed to confide her wrongs to some of the most scrupulous ears in town. But when it was known that she was to marry Waythorn there was a momentary reaction.
I had thought of going myself; but, as you seem to have been such a friend of Varick's ?" "Of course I'll go down by the very first train I can catch!" answered Panton eagerly. "Perhaps you could persuade Miss Farrow to come up to London at once, and leave all the sad details connected with the inquest, and so on, to you?" "I will indeed!
She had engaged the servants, and she would remain to settle up with them. The average man and most of them thought Varick an average man is helpless in dealing with so complicated a domestic problem as a number of job servants. As the hours of the early afternoon went by, Blanche more and more marvelled at Varick's extraordinary powers of self-command.
He's a good chap, Blanche" there came a note of real feeling into Varick's voice "awfully hard-worked! I hope we'll be able to give him a good time." "He'll have to sleep in the haunted room." "That won't matter. He wouldn't believe in a ghost, even if he saw one! Be nice to him, for my sake; he was awfully good to me, Blanche." And Blanche Farrow softened.
Why shouldn't we hold a séance, here and now, and call up spirits from the vasty deep?" "But will they come?" quoted Sir Lyon, smiling up into her eager, sensitive little face. Sir Lyon was quite enjoying Lionel Varick's Christmas house-party. For one thing, he was interested in his host's personality.
The nearest he ever came to this was when a man who knew a good deal about flowers once inspected the faded rose, at Varick's request, and listened to the description of how it looked when fresh. "Why, yes," he said, "I know that variety. It grows in Italy, but I don't think it's known here. They call it the Toinnette!"
No, I think it's Arbour!" 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.
All he knew was that it had greatly affected, surprised, and disturbed those who had been there. Suddenly Varick's tones floated again towards the listener: "I'll take your word for it, my dear girl. After all, it's all in the picture. What with our ghosts, our practical jokes, and so on, we're having a regular old-fashioned Christmas!
When on her way to stay with some friends in Sussex a few days later, she found herself in the same railway carriage as Miss Weatherfield; and, during the course of some desultory talk, the latter had mentioned that she was daughter to the Chichester doctor who had attended Lionel Varick's wife in her last illness. Lionel Varick's wife?
"Yes," said Helen, and the colour deepened a little in her cheeks. "Yes, I've persuaded Auntie to let me stay on till you and Bubbles come up to London. It's only two days, after all." "I am glad." There was a genuine thrill of satisfaction in Varick's voice. This meant that he and the girl would be practically alone together all to-morrow and Friday.
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