'What I should in the end have done as to leaving Hurstcote or remaining there I don't know; but after a while something occurred to remove my difficulties. One morning, when I was giving Mr. D'Arcy a long sitting for his picture, a Gypsy friend of Sinfi's, belonging to a family of Lees encamped two or three miles off, called to see her. It was a man, Sinfi told me, whom I did not know, and he had gone away without my seeing him. 'In the afternoon, when Sinfi and I were in the punt fishing together, I could not help noticing that she was much absorbed in thought. '"This 'ere fishin' brings back old Wales, don't it?" she said. '"Yes," I said, "and I should love to see the old places again." '"You would?" she said; and her excitement was so great that she dropped her fishing-rod in the river. "Jake Lee has been tellin' me that our people are there, all camped in the old place by Bettws y Coed. I told him to write to my daddy--Jake can write--and tell him that I'm goin' to see him." '"But you already knew they were there, Sinfi; you told me. What makes you so suddenly want to go?" '"That's nuther here nor there. I do want to go. Why can't you go with me?" '"I should 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!'