At the sight of such a woman such a feeling of tenderness was stirred within him that his breath failed him, and tears came into his eyes.

And he was on the tiptoe of expectation that she would come up to him, would lift her veil.

All her face would be visible, she would smile, she would hug him, he would sniff her fragrance, feel the softness of her arms, and cry with happiness, just as he had one evening lain on her lap while she tickled him, and he laughed and bit her white, ring-covered fingers.