Cannot you now see your mistake?
To take it on the lowest ground, Dalmain, worshipper of beauty as he was, had had a surfeit of pretty faces.

He was like the confectioner's boy who when first engaged is allowed to eat all the cakes and sweets he likes, and who eats so many in the first week, that ever after he wants only plain bread-and-butter.

YOU were Dal's bread-and-butter.

I am sorry if you do not like the simile." Jane smiled.

"I do like the simile," she said.
"Ah, but you were far more than this, my dear girl.