I know nothing about art, yet I can suddenly feel it and all its marvels.

You can understand a little, perhaps, what this means?
A whole new world, full of beautiful objects and inspirations, has suddenly come into my life." Ellen stared at him blankly.
"Have you gone dotty, Alfred ?" she murmured.
He shook his head.
"No," he replied gently.

"If anything, I am a great deal wiser than ever I was before.

Only there are penalties.

It is about these penalties that I want to talk to you." Ellen's arms became crooked and her knuckles were screwed into her waist.