.. if it wasn't for me.
TREBELL. True ... I should encourage him in nothingness. What's more, I want
extra brains and hands. It's not altogether a pleasant thing, is it ... the
selfishness of the hard worked man?
LUCY. If you don't grudge your own strength, why should you be tender of
other people's?
_He looks at her curiously._
TREBELL. Your ambition is making for only second-hand satisfaction though.
LUCY. What's a woman to do? She must work through men, mustn't she?
TREBELL. I'm told that's degrading ... the influencing of husbands and
brothers and sons.
LUCY. [_Only half humorously._] But what else is one to do with them? Of
course, I've enough money to live on ... so I could take up some woman's
profession ... What are you smiling at?
TREBELL. [_Who has smiled very broadly._] As you don't mean to ... don't
stop while I tell you.
LUCY. But I'd sooner get married. I want to have children. [_The words catch
him and hold him. He looks at her reverently this time. She remembers she
has transgressed convention; then, remembering that it is only convention,
proceeds quite simply._] I hope we shall have children.
TREBELL. I hope so.
LUCY. Thank you. That's the first kind thing you've said.
TREBELL. Oh ... you can do without compliments, can't you?
_She considers for a moment._
LUCY. Why have you been talking to me as if I were someone else?
TREBELL.
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