His starlike loneliness had touched her heart.

His swift intelligence, growing more manifest each day as he grew stronger, moved her admiration.

He had, too, she realized, a sunny and sensuous nature, alive to beauty--even the beauty of the trivial things in his sickroom.
He had an odd, poetical trick of phrase.

He was a paragon of young Greek gods.

She had discovered him; and women don't discover even mortal paragons every day in the week.