I was expecting every minute that she would say something
about what occurred under the elm tree in the home close. But she did
not allude to it, and therefore I did not. We spent the entire
afternoon in reminiscences of Carnarvonshire. When she told me that
she knew you and that you had been there together, and when she told
me the cause of your being there, and told me of your search for me,
and all the distress that came to you on my account, my longing to
see you was like a fever.
'But vivid as were the pictures that Sinfi gave me of your search for
me, I could not piece them together in a plain tale. I tried to do
so; it was impossible. What had happened to me after I had become
unconscious on the sands in that unaccountable way--why I was found
in Wales--how I could possibly have got there without knowing about
it--what had led to my being discovered by Mr. D'Arcy--discovered in
London, above all places, and in a painter's studio--these questions
were with me night and day, and Sinfi was entirely unable to tell me
anything about the matter, unless, as I sometimes half-thought, she
was concealing something from me.
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