"You are making a great sacrifice for me, and one which you can ill afford, but I'll never forget your generosity, and if I live you shall not suffer for it, be sure of that." Sally Sellers immediately and vividly realized that she was become a new being; a being of a far higher and worthier sort than she had been such a little while before; an earnest being, in place of a dreamer; and supplied with a reason for her presence in the world, where merely a wistful and troubled curiosity about it had existed before.

So great and so comprehensive was the change which had been wrought, that she seemed to herself to be a real person who had lately been a shadow; a something which had lately been a nothing; a purpose, which had lately been a fancy; a finished temple, with the altar-fires lit and the voice of worship ascending, where before had been but an architect's confusion of arid working plans, unintelligible to the passing eye and prophesying nothing.
"Lady" Gwendolen! The pleasantness of that sound was all gone; it was an offense to her ear now.

She said: "There--that sham belongs to the past; I will not be called by it any more." "I may call you simply Gwendolen?
You will allow me to drop the formalities straightway and name you by your dear first name without additions ?" She was dethroning the pink and replacing it with a rosebud.
"There--that is better.

I hate pinks--some pinks.

Indeed yes, you are to call me by my first name without additions--that is,--well, I don't mean without additions entirely, but--" It was as far as she could get.