words be? He adjusted his tie in the glass over the dark Madonna.
Footsteps outside the door. Heavens! He hoped he wasn't going to be sick!
She came toward him with both hands out. Her chiffon sleeves floated behind her. How lovely she was! They looked at each other deeply, until they were interrupted by the footman bringing in tea.
"So good of you to suggest my coming."
"So good of you to come. Cigarette?" And, as the footman left the room, "Now tell me—everything."
"What is there to tell that you don't already know?"
"Sometimes I feel as if I didn't know anything, Elliott—or at least that I hadn't known anything until it was too late to be of any use. Do you ever feel that way?"
"All I've learned is that nothing's worth being unhappy about," said Elliott, with a laugh so scornful and explosive that it startled himself.
