"Sit down!" he said.

"You've got beyond yourself.
I'm going to get you a drink, and then you'll go to bed." Guy sat crumpled down in the chair like an empty sack.

His head was on his clenched hands.

He swayed as if in pain.
Burke stood looking down at him for a moment or two.

Then he turned and went away, leaving the door ajar behind him.
When he came back, Guy was on his feet again, prowling uneasily up and down, but he had not crossed the threshold.