trebell. [Relapsing to his former mood.] It's no longer a personal matter.
amy o'connell. [With coquetry.] You're not interested in my character?
trebell. Oh, yes, I am . . up to kissing point.
She does not shrink, but speaks with just a shade of contempt.
amy o'connell. You get that far more easily than a woman. That's one of my grudges against men. Why can't women take love-affairs so lightly?
trebell. There are reasons. But make a good beginning with this one. Kiss me at once.
He leans towards her. She considers him quite calmly.
amy o'connell. No.
trebell. When will you, then?
amy o'connell. When I can't help myself . . if that time ever comes.