Ulysses admired himself as though he were an entirely new personality, happy and triumphant, completely separated from that other creature by dolorous periods of humiliations and failures that he did not wish to recall.
The long, long hours in which he waited with such anxiety!...

He strolled about smoking, lighting one cigar with the remnant of the preceding one.

Then he opened the window, wishing to get rid of the perfume of strong tobacco.

She only liked Oriental cigarettes....

And as the acrid odor of the strong, succulent Havana cigar persisted in the room, he searched in his dressing-case and sprinkled around the contents of various perfumed essences which he had long ago forgotten.
A sudden uneasiness disturbed his waiting.