She was conscious of the drowsy sweet perfume of the flowers, the pleasant sense of powdered cleanliness.

Everything should have conduced to rest, but she lay there with her eyes wide-open.

There was so much to think about, so much that was new finding its way into her stormy young life.
"Madame!" Anna turned her head.

Her maid had entered noiselessly from the inner room and was standing by her side.
"Madame does not sleep?
There is a person outside who waits for an interview.

I have denied him, as all others.