"I'll get you a drink."
"No. Thank you. I'm not sick. It's just something trying to come back and hurting like sin."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't explain. Give me a minute.... It'll go away again, if I'm lucky. Then I'll go too."
He sat in silence, trying to control himself, looking around the room with smarting eyes. Gabby took off her coat, left the bedroom and returned a moment later with a glass and a sealed bottle of whiskey. She tried to remove the cap and failed. She handed the bottle to Lennox who took it, opened it mechanically and then put it down.
"I didn't know you lived like this," he said at last.
"How do you mean?"
"Like this. Not girly-girly. I thought ... Park Avenue and decorators. This could be a man's place. Do you play Boys' Rules?"
"You didn't."
"I know it. I've been trying to start all over again for the last two hours." He stood up, went to the bed and touched the pillow gently. "Hello, Gabby," he said. He went to the dressing table and touched it. He touched the window drapes, the lamps, the books, the pictures ... everything that was hers as though he were touching her heart.