Joe still stood, looking at her.
'Your voice,' said Joe, 'brings up old times so pleasantly, that, for the moment, I feel as if that night--there can be no harm in talking of that night now--had come back, and nothing had happened in the mean time.

I feel as if I hadn't suffered any hardships, but had knocked down poor Tom Cobb only yesterday, and had come to see you with my bundle on my shoulder before running away .-- You remember ?' Remember! But she said nothing.

She raised her eyes for an instant.

It was but a glance; a little, tearful, timid glance.

It kept Joe silent though, for a long time.
'Well!' he said stoutly, 'it was to be otherwise, and was.