Only a woman who had lived as she had lived and who had been trained as she had been trained could have felt it.

The brilliance of the thing which had happened to her was so unheard of and so undeserved, she told herself.
It was so incredible that, even with the splendid gray mare's high-held head before her and Lord Walderhurst by her side, she felt that she was only part of a dream.

Men had never said "things" to her, and a man was saying them--the Marquis of Walderhurst was saying them.

They were not the kind of things every man says or said in every man's way, but they so moved her soul that she quaked with joy.
"I am not a marrying man," said his lordship, "but I must marry, and I like you better than any woman I have ever known.

I do not generally like women.