'Surely you are not going to leave us at a moment like this?' I said.
'That's jist what I am a-goin' to do,' she said. 'This is the very time an' this is the very place where I am a-goin' to leave you an' all Gorgios.'
'Part on Snowdon, Sinfi!' I exclaimed.
'That's what we're a-goin' to do, brother. What I sez to myself when I made up my mind to take the cuss on me wur this: "I'll make her dukkeripen come true; I'll take her to him in Wales, and then we'll part. We'll part on Snowdon, an' I'll go one way an' they'll go another, jist like them two streams as start from Gorphwysfa an' go runnin' down till one on 'em takes the sea at Carnarvon, and t'other at Tremadoc." Yis, brother, it's on Snowdon where you an' Winnie Wynne sees the last o' Sinfi Lovell.'
Distressed as I was at her words, that inflexible look on her face I understood only too well. 'But there is Mr. D'Arcy to consider,' I said. 'Winnie tells me that it is the particular wish of Mr. D'Arcy that you and she should return to him at Hurstcote Manor. He has been wonderfully kind, and his wishes should be complied with.'
'No, brother,' said Sinfi, 'I shall never go to Hurstcote Manor no more.'
'Surely you will, Sinfi. Winnie tells me of the deep regard that Mr.
D'Arcy has for you.'
'Never no more. Winifred's dukkeripen on Snowdon has come true, and it wur me what made it come true. Yis, it wur Sinfi Lovell and nobody else what made that dukkeripen come true.'
And again her face was illuminated by the triumphant expression which it wore when she returned to Knockers' Llyn with Winnie.
'It was indeed your noble self-sacrifice for Winnie and me that made the dukkeripen of the Golden Hand come true.'