In Great Queen Street she took my hand as if to bid me good-bye. But she stood and gazed at me wistfully, and I gazed at her. At last she said,
'An' now, brother, we'll jist go across to Kingston Vale, an' see my daddy, an' set your livin'-waggin to rights.'
'Then, Sinfi,' I said, 'you and I are once more—'
I stopped and looked at her. The fearless young Amazon and seeress, who kept a large family of the Kaulo Camloes in awe, was supposed to have nearly conquered the feminine weakness of tears; but she had not. There was a chink in the Amazon's armour, and I had found it.
'Yis,' said she, nodding her head and smiling. 'You an' me's right pals ag'in.'
As we were going I told her how I had replaced the jewel in the tomb.
'I know'd you would do it. Yis, I heer'd you telling the gravedigger the same thing.'
'And yet,' said I bitterly, 'in spite of that and in spite of the
Golden Hand, she is dead.'
Sinfi stood silently looking at me now. Even her prodigious faith seemed conquered.