He was
a kind old thing ... said it was all most satisfactory. Oh, my God!
TREBELL. [_He goes to bend over her kindly._] Yes, you've had a torturing
month or two. That's been wrong, I'm sorry.
AMY. Even now I have to keep telling myself that it's so ... otherwise I
couldn't understand it. Any more than one really believes one will ever die
... one doesn't believe that, you know.
TREBELL. [_On the edge of a sensation that is new to him._] I am told that a
man begins to feel unimportant from this moment forward. Perhaps it's true.
AMY. What has it to do with you anyhow? We don't belong to each other. How
long were we together that night? Half an hour! You didn't seem to care a
bit until after you'd kissed me and ... this is an absurd consequence.
TREBELL. Nature's a tyrant.
AMY. Oh, it's my punishment ... I see that well enough ... for thinking
myself so clever ... forgetting my duty and religion ... not going to
confession, I mean. [_Then hysterically._] God can make you believe in Him
when he likes, can't he?
TREBELL. [_With comfortable strength._] My dear girl, this needs your pluck.
[_And he sits by her._] All we have to do is to prevent it being found out.
AMY. Yes ... the scandal would smash you, wouldn't it?
TREBELL. There isn't going to be any scandal.
AMY. No ... if we're careful. You'll tell me what to do, won't you? Oh, it's
a relief to be able to talk about it.
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