my
suffering, and that power in Sinfi which D'Arcy had described as her
"half-unconscious power as a mesmerist." At a moment when my will,
weakened by sorrow and pain, lay prostrate beneath my own fevered
imagination, Sinfi's voice, so full of intense belief in her own
hallucination, had leapt, as it were, into my consciousness and
enslaved my imagination, which in turn had enslaved my will and my
senses.'

For hours I argued this point with myself, and I ended by coming
to the conclusion that it was 'my mind's eye' alone that saw the
picture of Winifred.

But there was also another question to confront. What was the cause
of Sinfi's astonishing emotion after the vision vanished? Such a
mingling of warring passions I had never seen before. I tried to
account for it. I thought about it for hours, and finally fell
asleep without finding any solution of the enigma.

I had no conversation of a private nature with Sinfi until the next
evening, when the camp was on the move.

'You had no sleep last night, Sinfi; I can see it by the dark circles
round your eyes.'

'That's nuther here nor there, brother,' she said.

I found to my surprise that the Gypsies were preparing to remove the
camp to a place not far from Bettws y Coed. I suggested to Sinfi that
we two should return to the bungalow. But she told me that her stay
there had come to an end. The firmness with which she made this
announcement made me sure that there was no appeal.

'Then,' said I, 'my living-waggon will come into use again. The
camping place is near some of the best trout streams in the
neighbourhood, and I sadly want some trout-fishing.'

'We part company to-day, brother,' she said. 'We can't be pals no
more--never no more.'

'Sister, I will not be parted from you: I shall follow you.'

'Reia--Hal Aylwin--you knows very well that any man, Gorgio or
Romany, as followed Sinfi Lovell when she told him not, 'ud ketch
a body-blow as wouldn't leave him three hull ribs, nor a ounce o'
wind to bless hisself with.'

'But I am now one of the Lovells, and I shall go with you. I am a
Romany myself--I mean I am becoming more and more of a Romany every
day and every hour. The blood of Fenella Stanley is in us both.'

She looked at me, evidently astonished at the earnestness and the
energy of my tone. Indeed at that moment I felt an alien among
Gorgios.

'I am now one of the Lovells,' I said, 'and I shall go with you.'

'We part company to-night, b