Perhaps. Oh, come nearer to me ... do.
TREBELL. [_Coming nearer without haste or excitement._] Well? [_Her eyes are
closed._] My dear girl, I'm too busy for love-making now. If there are any
facts to be faced, let me have them ... quite quickly.
_She looks up at him for a moment; then speaks swiftly and sharply as
one speaks of disaster._
AMY. There's a danger of my having a child ... your child ... some time in
April. That's all.
TREBELL. [_A sceptic who has seen a vision._] Oh ... it's impossible.
AMY. [_Flashing at him, revengefully._] Why?
TREBELL. [_Brought to his mundane self_] Well ... are you sure?
AMY. [_In sudden agony._] D'you think I want it to be true? D'you think I--?
You don't know what it is to have a thing happening in spite of you.
TREBELL. [_His face set in thought._] Where have you been since we met?
AMY. Not to Ireland ... I haven't seen Justin for a year.
TREBELL. All the easier for you not to see him for another year.
AMY. That wasn't what you meant.
TREBELL. It wasn't ... but never mind.
_They are silent for a moment ... miles apart ... Then she speaks
dully._
AMY. We do hate each other ... don't we!
TREBELL. Nonsense. Let's think of what matters.
AMY. [_Aimlessly._] I went to a man at Dover ... picked him out of the
directory ... didn't give my own name ... pretended I was off abroad.
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