She was not displeased.

When anything so tremendous happened as the meeting of these two, how could they find words at once?
She bent and pressed her lips to his sleeve; but he drew away with a gesture that startled her.
"You are not angry ?" she said, stopping.
"Yes," he replied doggedly.
"Not with me ?" Her hand went to her heart.

"With me!" A wounded animal could not have uttered a cry more pathetic.

"Not with me!" She clutched his arm.
"Have I no cause to be angry ?" he said.
She looked at him in bewilderment.

Could this be he?
Oh, could it be she?
"Cause?
How could I give you cause ?" It seemed unanswerable to her.