And when you go, then, lacking impulse and incentive, the new facility, the new sensitive alertness, the unconscious self-confidence, all will smoulder and die out in me.

...

I know it; I realise that it was due to you--part of me that I should never have known, of which I should have remained totally ignorant, had it not blossomed suddenly, stimulated by you alone." Slowly the clouded seriousness of her blue eyes cleared, and the smile began to glimmer again.

"That is your revenge; you recommit me to my commonplace self; you restore me to my tinsel career, practically a dolt.

Shame on you, Stephen Siward, to treat a poor girl so! ...