It was Wynne
who had taught me swimming. It was really he, and not my groom, who
had taught me how to ride a horse along the low-tide sands so as not
to distress him or damage his feet.
It was about this time that my uncle Aylwin of Alvanley, my mother's
brother, who had quarrelled with her, became reconciled to her, and
came to Raxton. He at once recommended that a friend of his, a famous
London surgeon, should he consulted about my lameness. I accordingly
went with him to London to be placed under the treatment of the
eminent man. Had this been done earlier, what a world of suffering
might have been spared me! The man of science pronounced my ailment
to be quite curable.
He performed an operation upon the leg, and after a long and careful
course of treatment in town, advised that I should go to Margate for
a long stay, and avail myself of that change of air. I went,
accompanied by my mother and brother, and stayed there several
months. My father used to come to see us once a month or so, stay for
a week, and then go back.
I now wrote another letter to Winifred, and after a long delay, got a
reply, but it consisted mainly of descriptions of the way in which
she paddled in the Welsh brooks and of lessons in the shawl-dance
which she was taking from Shuri Lovell, the mother of her Gypsy
friend.
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