CHAPTER 23.
Was he to be a grocer for the rest of his life ?--This question, which at first scarcely occurred to him, absorbed as he was in the problem of money-earning for immediate needs, at length began to press and worry.
Of course he had meant nothing of the kind; his imagination had seen in the shop a temporary expedient; he had not troubled to pursue the ultimate probabilities of the life that lay before him, but contented himself with the vague assurance of his hopeful temper.

Yet where was the way out?
To save money, to accumulate sufficient capital for his release, was an impossibility, at all events within any reasonable time.

And for what windfall could he look?
Sherwood's ten thousand pounds hovered in his memory, but no more substantial than any fairy-tale.

No man living, it seemed to him, had less chance of being signally favoured by fortune.

He had donned his apron and aproned he must remain.
Suppose, then, he so far succeeded in his business as to make a little more than the household at St.Neots required; suppose it became practicable to--well, say, to think of marriage, of course on the most modest basis; could he quite see himself offering to the girl he chose the hand and heart of a grocer?
He laughed.