Anderson never admitted to himself the possibility of his dreams coming true.  While his self-respect never wavered, while he viewed himself with no unworthy disparagement, he still saw himself as he was:  verging towards middle age, unsuccessful according to the standard of the world.  He was one of those inglorious failures, a man who has failed to follow out his chosen course of life.  He was one who had turned back, overcome confessedly by odds.  He told himself proudly and simply that his earning of money was, to one simple and honest end—­the prolonging of existence on the earth for the good of one’s fellow-beings, and one’s own growth; that he was attaining that end more completely in his little grocery store than he had ever done in his law-office.  Yet always he saw himself, in a measure, as others saw him, and the humility of his position in the eyes of the world asserted itself.  While he felt not the slightest bend in the erectness of his own soul because of it, while it even amused him, he never forgot the supercilious courtesy of the girls’ father towards him.  He recognized, even while feeling himself on superior heights, the downward vision of the man who robbed him.  It was true that he paid scorn for scorn, but he was forced to take as well as give.

He also was not in the slightest doubt as to Charlotte’s own attitude towards him.  He understood to the full the signification of the word grocer for her.  He was, to her mind, hardly a man at all, rather a mechanical dispenser of butter and eggs for the needs of a superior race.  But he understood also the childish innocence and involuntariness of this view of hers.  He recognized even the ludicrousness of the situation which perverted tragedy to comedy, almost Cyrano fashion.  He compared himself to Cyrano.

“As well consider the possibility of marriage with a girl of her training, even although it is on a false basis, with a monstrosity of nose on my face, as with the legend of retail grocery across my scutcheon,” he told himself.  He even laughed over it.

Therefore, being of a turn of mind which can rear for itself airy towers of delight over the values of insufficiency of life, and having an access of spirituality which enabled him to get a certain reality from them, he dreamed on, and let his new love irradiate his own life, like a man carrying a lantern on a dark path.  There are those that are born to sunlit paths, and there are those whom a beneficient Providence has supplied with lanterns of compensation, and the latter are not always the unhappier nor the less progressive.  Never admitting to himself the possibility of the actual presence of the girl in the house as his wife, he yet peopled the rooms with her.  He rose up in spirit before her entering a door.  There were especial nooks wherein his fancy could project her with such illusion that his heart would leap as if at the actual sight of her.  In particular was there one window in the sitting-room which, being in a little projection of the house, overlooked a special little view of its own.  From this window between the folds of the muslin curtains could be seen a file of blooming hollyhocks.  Behind them a grassy expanse arose with a long ascent, and the rosette—­like blossoms of pink and pale-gold, with gray-green bosses of leaves, lay against the green field like the design on a shield.