Saton went out to her.
“You have come to tell me that you are sorry?” he said.
“Yes!” she answered.
“You did not mean what you said?”
“No!”
“Come in,” he whispered.
He laid his fingers upon her hand, and she followed him into the room. She was very pale, and she was breathing as though she had been running. He passed his arm around her waist.
“You are not angry with me any longer?” he whispered in her ear. “You will kiss me?”
“If you wish,” she answered.