He entered....

She was awaiting him--reading, tranquil and smiling.

Her face, refreshed and retouched with juvenile color, did not show the slightest trace of the morning's spasmodic outbreak.

She was clad in pyjamas.
Seeing Ulysses enter, she arose with outstretched arms.
"Tell me that you are not still angry with me!...

Tell me that you will forgive me!...