trebell. [After a little scrutiny of her face.] Well, if marriage is only the means to an end . . what's the end? Not flirtation.
amy o'connell. [With an air of self-revelation.] I don't know. To keep one's place in the world, I suppose, one's self-respect and a sense of humour.
trebell. Is that difficult?
amy o'connell. To get what I want, without paying more than it's worth to me . . ?
trebell. Never to be reckless.
amy o'connell. [With a side-glance.] One isn't so often tempted.
trebell. In fact . . to flirt with life generally. Now, what made your husband marry you?
amy o'connell. [Dealing with the impertinence in her own fashion.] What would make you marry me? Don't say: Nothing on earth.
trebell. [Speaking apparently of someone else.] A prolonged fit of idleness might make me marry . . a clever woman. But I've never been idle for more than a week. And I've never met a clever woman . . worth calling a woman.