Besides, he was not "a Christian." That five minutes on the shore had told her that; and even if her station had been the same as his, she must not be "unequally yoked with an unbeliever." And thus the very hopelessness of her love became its food and strength; the feeling which she would have checked with maidenly modesty, had it been connected even remotely with marriage, was allowed to take immediate and entire dominion; and she held herself permitted to keep him next her heart of hearts, because she could do nothing for him but pray for his conversion.
And pray for him she did, the noble, guileless girl, day and night, that he might be converted; that he might prosper, and become--perhaps rich, at least useful; a mighty instrument in some good work.

And then she would build up one beautiful castle in the air after another, out of her fancies about what such a man, whom she had invested in her own mind with all the wisdom of Solomon, might do if his "talents were sanctified." Then she prayed that he might recover his lost gold--when it was good for him; that he might discover the thief: no, that would only involve fresh shame and sorrow: that the thief, then, might be brought to repentance, and confession, and restitution.

That was the solution of the dark problem, and for that she prayed; while her face grew sadder and sadder day by day.
For a while, over and above the pain which the theft caused her, there came--how could it be otherwise ?--sudden pangs of regret that this same love was hopeless, at least upon this side of the grave.
Inconsistent they were with the chivalrous unselfishness of her usual temper; and as such she dashed them from her, and conquered them, after a while, by a method which many a woman knows too well.

It was but "one cross more;" a natural part of her destiny--the child of sorrow and heaviness of heart.

Pleasure in joy she was never to find on earth; she would find it, then, in grief.