“Then is it agreed?” asked Reuben, stretching out his hand.

“Iss, so far as I goes ’tis, with all my heart.”  Then as she took his hand a change came to her April face, and looking at him through her swimming eyes she said, “And very grateful too I’m to ’ee, Reuben, for I don’t knaw by neither another wan who’d take up with a poor heart-broke maid like me, and they she’s looked to all her life disgraced by others and theyselves.”

Reuben pressed the hand that Joan had given to him, and drawing it through his arm the two walked on in silence, pondering over the unlooked-for ending to the strange events they both had lately passed through.  Joan’s heart was full of a contentment which made her think, “How pleased Adam will be! and won’t mother be glad! and Uncle Zebedee ’ull have somebody to look to now and keep poor Jonathan straight and put things a bit in order;” while Reuben, bewildered by the thoughts which crowded to his mind, semed unable to disentangle them.  Could it be possible that he, Reuben May, was going down to live at Polperro, a place whose very name he had once taught himself to abominate?—­that he could be willingly casting his lot amid a people whom he had but lately branded as thieves, outcasts, reprobates?  Involuntarily his eyes turned toward Joan, and a nimbus in which perfect charity was intertwined with great love and singleness of heart seemed to float about her head and shed its radiance on her face; and its sight was to Reuben as the first touch of love, for he was smitten with a sense of his own unworthiness, and, though he did not speak, he asked that a like spirit to that which filled Joan might rest upon himself.

That evening Eve was told the news which Joan and Reuben had to tell, and as she listened the mixed emotions which swelled within her perplexed her not a little, for even while feeling that the two wishes she most desired—­Joan cared for and Reuben made happy—­were thus fulfilled, her heart seemed weighted with a fresh disaster:  another wrench had come to part her from that life soon to be nothing but a lesson and a memory.  And Adam, when he was told, although the words he said were honest words and true, and truly he did rejoice, there yet within him lay a sadness born of regret at rendering up that love so freely given to him, now to be garnered for another’s use; and henceforth every word that Reuben spoke, each promise that he gave, though all drawn forth by Adam’s own requests, stuck every one a separate thorn within his heart, sore with the thought of being an outcast from the birthplace that he loved and cut off from those whose faces now he yearned to look upon.

No vision opened up to Adam’s view the prosperous life the future held in store—­no still small voice then whispered in his ear that out of this sorrow was to come the grace which made success sit well on him and Eve; and though, as years went by and intercourse became more rare, their now keen interest in Polperro and its people was swallowed up amid the many claims a busy life laid on them both, each noble action done, each good deed wrought, by Adam, and by Eve too, bore on it the unseen impress of that sore chastening through which they now were passing.