amy o'connell. You're frightening me a little . .
trebell. Come and look at the stars again. Come along.
amy o'connell. Give me my wrap . . [He takes it up, but holds it.] Well, put it on me. [He puts it round her, but does not withdraw his arms.] Be careful, the stars are looking at you.
trebell. No, they can't see so far as we can. That's the proper creed.
amy o'connell. [Softly, almost shyly.] Henry.
trebell. [Bending closer to her.] Yes, pretty thing.
amy o'connell. Is this what you call being in love?
He looks up and listens.
trebell. Here's somebody coming.