It all seems to me like some wonderful dream.

And you are like a person in a dream, too, as if a fairy wand had passed over you ?" As he spoke Wentworth suddenly realised that this marvellous, radiant transformation which he beheld in Fay, which seemed to flow even to the edges of her lilac gown, was happiness, and that he had never seen her happy till this moment.

She had always looked pathetic, mournful, listless.

Now for the first time he saw her, as it were, released from some great oppression, and the change was almost that of identity.

Her beauty had taken on a new magic.
There is no joy so rapturous, so perfect as the moment of relief from pain.