Honeyball Farm was not the outcome of pure imagination, but its sinister atmosphere may have been suggested by the grimness of the sea perpetually roaring at its very doors. The evil deeds which took place within it were such as might have been enacted in any habitation where love is not at home. But when love comes to stay, a happier era is within sight; and in the end even Honeyball Farm, wrapped in its sea-mists and forgetful of past storms, might perhaps be rediscovered as a paradise on earth.