It seemed to obliterate in her all that was conventional, it removed her far from sensitive egotism.

Already she had begun "to take notice" in the world, and that is like being born again.

As it grows, life ceases to be cliche; and when the taking notice is supreme we call it genius; and genius is simple and believing: it has no pride, it is naive, it is childlike.
Philip seemed to wear no mark of convention, and Guida spoke her thoughts freely to him.

"To go into a market seems to me so wonderful," she continued.

"There are the cattle, the fruits, the vegetables, the flowers, the fish, the wood; the linen from the loom, the clothes that women's fingers have knitted.