'The genie who
brought me was Sinfi Lovell. But who brought Camaralzaman? That is a
question,' she said, 'I am dying to have answered.'
At the name of Sinfi Lovell the past came flowing in.
'Then there _is_ a Sinfi Lovell, Winnie! And yet she is one of the
figures in the dream. There was no Sinfi Lovell with us at Raxton.'
'Of course there is a Sinfi Lovell! You begin to make me as dazed as
yourself. You have known her well; you and she were seeking me when I
was lost.'
'Then you _were_ lost?' I said. 'That, then, is no dream. And yet if
you were lost you have been--But you are alive, Winnie. Let me
feel the lips on mine again. You are alive! Snowdon told me at last
that you were alive, but I dared not believe it, my darling. I dared
not believe that my misery would end thus--thus.'
There came upon her face an expression of distressed perplexity which
did more than anything else to recall me to my senses.
'Winnie,' I said, 'my brain is whirling. Let us sit down.'
She sat down by my side.
'You thought your Winnie was dead, Henry.
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