erved her looking at the breakfast
provided by Sinfi with something like the same wistful expression
that was on her face on that morning forgotten by her but remembered
by me so well, when she breakfasted so heartily on the same spot.

'Winnie,' I said, 'this mountain air has given me a voracious
appetite. I wonder whether you could manage to eat some of these good
things provided by our theatrical manageress?'

'I wonder whether I could,' said Winnie; 'I'll try--if you'll ask me
no questions, but talk about Snowdon and watch the changes of the
glorious morning. But we must call Sinfi.'

'No, no. I want to talk to you alone first. By the time your story is
over I at least shall be ready for another breakfast, and then we
will call her.'

This was agreed upon, and I sat down to my second breakfast with
Winnie beside Knockers' Llyn. I sat with my face opposite to the
llyn, and we had scarcely begun when I noticed Sinfi's face peeping
round a corner of the little gorge. Winnie's back being turned from
the llyn she did not see Sinfi, who gave me a sign that her part of
that performance was to be looker-on.

I have not time to dwell upon what was said and done during our
breakfast in this romantic place, and under these more than romantic
circumstances. During the whole of the time the Knockers kept up
their knockings, and it really seemed as though the good-natured
goblins were expressing their welcome to the child of y Wyddfa.

XV

THE DAUGHTER OF SNOWDON'S STORY

I

After the breakfast was ended Winifred went over the entire drama of
that night of the landslip as far as she knew it. There was not an
important incident that she missed. Every detail of her narrative was
so vividly given that I lived it all over again. She recalled our
meeting on the sands, and my inexplicable bearing when she told me of
the seaman's present of precious stones to her father. She dwelt upon
my mysterious conduct in insisting upon our ascending the cliff by
different gangways. She recalled her picking up from the sands a
parchment scroll and spelling out by the moonlight the words of the
curse it called down upon the head of any one who should violate the
tomb from which the parchment and the jewel had been stolen, but as
she repeated the words of the curse she was evidently unconscious of
the tremendous import of the words in regard to herself and her
father. She told me of her desire to conceal from me, for my own sake
me