“They seem so friendly,” she said under her breath.
He thought she meant that she found even in flowers a refuge from the solitude of a loveless marriage.
He said quietly: “I think you will find the world very friendly, if you wish.” But she shook her head, looking at the roses.
Finally he said good-night and she extended her hand, and he took it formally.
Then their hands fell away. Tressa turned and went toward her bedroom. At the door she stopped, turned slowly.
“What shall I do about Yulun?” she asked.
“What is there to do? Yulun is in China.”
“Yes, her body is.”
“Do you mean that the rest of her—whatever it is—could come here?”
“Why, of course.”