much like it," I said, "but it's impossible."

'"Why? You can come back to Mr. D'Arcy again."

'"But, Sinfi," I said, "how are we to travel without money? I have
not a copper."

'"Ah, but I've got gold balansers about me, and they're better nor
copper."

'"Dear Sinfi!" I said, "I'd rather borrow of you than any one in the
world."

'"Borrow!" said she,--"all right! Now we shall have to speak to Mr.
D'Arcy about it. It'll be like drawin' one o' his teeth partin' with
you."

'When I next saw Mr. D'Arcy I found that Sinfi had already spoken to
him about our project. He seemed very reluctant for me to leave him,
although I promised him that I would return.

'"It is a strange fancy of Sinfi's, Miss Wynne," said he, "and a very
disconcerting one to me; but I feel that it must be yielded to.
Whatever can be done to serve or even gratify Sinfi Lovell, it is my
duty and yours to do."

'Mr. D'Arcy always spoke of Sinfi in this way. She seems to have done
something of a peculiarly noble kind for him and for me too, but what
it is I have tried in vain to discover.

'And a few days after this we started for Wales.

'Oh, Henry, I wonder whether any one who is not Welsh-born can
understand my delight as we passed along the railway at nightfall and
I first felt upon my cheek the soft rich breath of the Welsh meadows,
smelling partly of the beloved land and partly of the beloved sea.
"Yr Hen Wlad, yr Hen Gartref!" I murmured when at Prestatyn I heard
the first Welsh word and saw the first white-washed Welsh cottage.
From head to foot I became a Welsh girl again. The loveliness of
Hurstcote Manor seemed a dull, grey, far-away house in a dream. But
if I had known that I should also find you, my dear! If I had dreamed
that I should find Henry!'

And then silence alone would satisfy her. And Snowdon was speaking to us
both.

XIII

And what about Sinfi Lovell? In those supreme moments of bliss did
Winifred and I think much about Sinfi? Alas, that love and happiness
should be so selfish!

When at last the sound of Sinfi's crwth and song came from some spot
a good way up the rugged path leading to the summit, it quite
startled us.

'That's Sinfi's signal,' said Winnie; 'that is the way we used to
call each other when we were children. She used to sing one verse of
a Snowdon song, and I used to answer it with another. Upon my word,
Henry, I had forgotten all about her. What a shame! We have not seen
each other since we