xclaimed 'Winifred!' And then Fairy Glen vanished and I was at
Raxton standing by a cottage door in the moonlight. I was listening
to a voice--that one voice to whose music every chord of life within
me was set for ever, which said,

'I should have to come in the winds, and play around you on the
sands. I should have to peep over the clouds and watch you. I should
have to follow you about wherever you went.'

The sight vanished. Although I had no doubt that what I had seen was
an hallucination, when I moved farther on and stood and gazed at the
stream as it went winding round the mossy cliffs to join the Lledr, I
felt that Winnie was by my side, her hand in mine, and that we were
children together. And when I mounted the steps and strolled along
the path that leads to the plantation where the moonlight, falling
through the leaves, covered the ground with what seemed symbolical
arabesques of silver and grey and purple, I felt the pressure of
little fingers that seemed to express 'How beautiful!' And when I
stood gazing through the opening in the landscape, and saw the rocks
gleaming in the distance and the water down the Lledr valley, I saw
the sweet young face gazing in mine with the smile of the delight
that illumined it on the Wilderness Road when she discoursed of birds
and the wind.

The vividness of the vision of Fairy Glen drove out for a time all
other thoughts. The livelong night my brain seemed filled with it.

'My eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest,'

I said to myself as I lay awake. So full, indeed, was my mind of this
one subject that even Rhona's strange message from Sinfi was only
recalled at intervals. While I was breakfasting, however, this
incident came fully back to me. Either Rhona's chatter about Sinfi's
reason for wanting to see me was the nonsense that had floated into
Rhona's own brain, the brain of a love-sick girl to whom everything
spelt marriage--or else poor Sinfi's mind had become unhinged.

II

As I was to sleep at the cottage, and as I knew not what part I might
have to play in Sinfi's wild frolic, I told the servants that any
letters which might reach the bungalow next morning were to be sent
at once to the cottage, should I not have returned thence.

At about the hour, as far as I could guess, when I had first knocked
at the cottage door at the beginning of my search for Winnie, I stood
there again. The door was on the la