my mind, and served
as a warning that I must feel my way cautiously. It was evident to me
that in some unaccountable way Sinfi at some time after she left me
at Beddgelert had discovered that Winnie was not really dead, and had
brought her back to me--brought her back to me restored in mind, but
with all memory of what had passed during her dementia erased from
her consciousness. Everything depended now upon my learning how much
of her past she did remember. A single ill-judged word of mine--a
single false move--might ruin all, and bring back the life of misery
which I seemed at last to have left behind me.

VI

'Winnie,' I said, 'you have not yet told me how you came here. You
have not yet told me how it is that you meet me on Snowdon--meet me
in this wonderful way.'

'Oh,' said she with a smile, 'Badoura has been a mere puppet in the
play. She had no idea she was going to meet her prince. Sinfi was
suddenly seized with a desire that she and I should come back, and
visit the dear old places we knew together. I was nothing loth, as
you may imagine, but I could not understand what had made her set
her heart upon it. When we reached Carnarvonshire I found that
Sinfi's people were all encamped near to Bettws y Coed, and we went
and stayed there. We visited all the places in the neighbourhood that
were associated with her childhood and mine.'

'You went to Fairy Glen?' I said.

'Yes; we went there the night before last and saw it in the
moonlight.'

'I was there, and I saw you.'

'Ah! Then the man sitting on the boulder at the bottom was you! How
wonderful! Sinfi was there on the step round the corner; she must
have seen you. I know now why she suddenly hurried me away. She had
told me that she wanted to see the Glen by moonlight'

'Then you did not know that you would meet me here?'

'My dear Henry, do you suppose that if I had known, I could have been
induced to take part in anything so theatrical? When I saw you
standing here my amazement and joy were so great that I forgot the
strange way in which I stood exhibited.'

I felt that the longer she chatted about such matters as these the
more opportunities I should get of learning how much and how little
she knew of her own story, so I said,

'But tell me how Sinfi contrived to trick you.'

'Well, this morning was the time fixed for our visiting Llyn
Coblynau, as we call Knockers' Lynn, which was my favourite place as
a child. We were to see it when the