'She'll go there to-morrow mornin',' said Rhona, 'and make things
tidy for you; but she won't expect you till night, same time as she
met you there fust. She's got a key o' the door, she says, wot you
gev her.'
I was not so surprised at Sinfi's proposed place of meeting as I
should have been had I not remembered her resolution not to return
to the bungalow, and not to let me return to the camp.
'You must be sure to go to meet her at the cottage to-morrow night,
else you'll be too late.'
'Why too late?' I asked.
'Well,' said Rhona, 'I can't say as I knows why ezackly. But
I know she's bin' an' bought beautiful dresses at Chester, or
somewheres,--an' I think she's goin' to be married the day arter
to-morrow.'
'Married to whom?'
'Well, I can't say as I rightly knows,' said Rhona.
'Do you know whether Mr. Cyril is in Wales?' I asked.
'Yes,' said Rhona, 'him and the funny un are not far from Capel
Curig. Now I come to think on't, it's mose likely Mr. Cyril as she's
a-goin' to marry, for I know it ain't no Romany chal.
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