The hostelry at which Tu and Wei had taken up their abode was an inn befitting the dignity of such distinguished scholars.  On inquiring at the door, Jasmine was ushered by a servant through a courtyard to an inner enclosure, where, under the grateful shade of a wide-spreading cotton-tree, Tu was reclining at his ease.  Jasmine’s delight at meeting her friend was only equalled by the pleasure with which Tu greeted her.  In his strong and gracious presence she became conscious that she was released from the absorbing care which had haunted her, and her soul leaped out in new freedom as she asked and answered questions of her friend.  Each had much to say, and it was not for some time, when an occasional reference brought his name forward that Jasmine noticed the absence of Wei.  When she did, she asked after him.

“He left this some days ago,” said Tu, “having some special business which called for his presence at home.  He did not tell me what it was, but doubtless it was something of importance.”  Jasmine said nothing, but felt pretty certain in her mind as to the object of his hasty return.

Tu, attributing her silence to a reflection on Wei for having left the capital before her father’s affair was settled, hastened to add: 

“He was very helpful in the matter of your honoured father’s difficulty, and only left when he thought he could not do any more.”

“How do matters stand now?” asked Jasmine, eagerly.

“We have posted a memorial at the palace gate,” said Tu, “and have arranged that it shall reach the right quarter.  Fortunately, also, I have an acquaintance in the Board of War who has undertaken to do all he can in that direction, and promises an answer in a few days.”

“I have brought with me,” said Jasmine, “a petition prepared by my father.  What do you think about presenting it?”

“At present I believe that it would only do harm.  A superabundance of memorials is as bad as none at all.  Beyond a certain point, they only irritate officials.”

“Very well,” said Jasmine; “I am quite content to leave the conduct of affairs in your hands.”

“Well then,” said Tu, “that being understood, I propose that you should move your things over to this inn.  There is Wei’s room at your disposal, and your constant presence here will be balm to my lonely spirit.  At the Hata Gate you are almost as remote as if you were in our study at Mienchu.”

Jasmine was at first startled by this proposal.  Though she had been constantly in the company of Tu, she had never lived under the same roof with him, and she at once recognised that there might be difficulties in the way of her keeping her secret if she were to be constantly under the eyes of her friend.  But she had been so long accustomed to yield to the present circumstances, and was so confident that Fortune, which, with some slight irregularities, had always stood her friend, would not desert her on the present occasion, that she gave way.