I must show the blacksmith and the shopkeeper once more--two years after marriage--time long enough to have made common people as common to each other as the weed by the roadside; but these are not common to each other yet, and never will be. They will never complain of being _disillusioned_, for they have never been alluded. They look up each to the other still, because they were right in looking up each to the other from the first. Each was, and therefore each is and will be, real.

Mary Marston