He had been always told that a woman must be wooed and won, and to woo took time.

It was not a task he understood, but suddenly it came to him that he was prepared to do it; that he must be patient and watch and serve, and, as he used to do, perhaps, be elate in the morning and depressed at night, till the day of triumph came and his luck was made manifest.
"But you can help me, yes, you can help me as no one else can," he said almost hoarsely, and his hands moved a little towards her.
"You must show me how," she said, scarce above a whisper, and she drew back slightly, for this look in his eyes told its own story.
"When may I come again ?" he asked.
"I want so much to hear everything about South Africa.

Won't you come to-morrow at six ?" she asked.
"Certainly, to-morrow at six," he answered, eagerly, "and thank you." His honest look of admiration enveloped her as her hand was again lost in his strong, generous palm, and lay there for a moment thrilling him....

He turned at the door and looked back, and the smile she gave seemed the most delightful thing he had ever seen.
"She is a flower, a jasmine-flower," he said, happily, as he made his way into the street.
When he had gone she fled to her bedroom.

Standing before the mirror, she looked at herself long, laughing feverishly.