'My eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest,'
I said to myself as I lay awake. So full, indeed, was my mind of this
one subject that even Rhona's strange message from Sinfi was only
recalled at intervals. While I was breakfasting, however, this
incident came fully back to me. Either Rhona's chatter about Sinfi's
reason for wanting to see me was the nonsense that had floated into
Rhona's own brain, the brain of a love-sick girl to whom everything
spelt marriage--or else poor Sinfi's mind had become unhinged.
II
As I was to sleep at the cottage, and as I knew not what part I might
have to play in Sinfi's wild frolic, I told the servants that any
letters which might reach the bungalow next morning were to be sent
at once to the cottage, should I not have returned thence.
At about the hour, as far as I could guess, when I had first knocked
at the cottage door at the beginning of my search for Winnie, I stood
there again. The door was on the latch. I pushed it open.
The scene I then saw was so exact a repetition of what had met my
eyes when for the first time I passed under that roof, that it did
not seem as though it could be real; it seemed as though it must be a
freak of memory: the same long low room, the same heavy beams across
the ceiling, the same three chairs, standing in the same places where
they stood then, the same table, and upon it the crwth and bow.
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