And yet his devotion seemed always surrounding her.

For the first time in her life Jane was made to feel herself FIRST in the whole thought of another.

It made him seem strangely her own.

She took a pleasure and pride in all he said, and did, and was; and in the hours they spent together in the music-room she learned to know him and to understand that enthusiastic beauty-loving, irresponsible nature, as she had never understood it before.
The days were golden, and the parting at night was sweet, because it gave an added zest to the pleasure of meeting in the morning.

And yet during these golden days the thought of love, in the ordinary sense of the word, never entered Jane's mind.