He had gone about the whole affair wrongly.

He had been mistaken from the very first.

She was infinitely above him.

He did not want--he should not desire to be the master.

It was she, his servant, poor, simple, lowly even, who should condescend to him.
Abruptly there was presented to his mind's eye a picture of the years to come, if he now should follow his best, his highest, his most unselfish impulse.