trebell. I've sent him to bed.
amy o'connell. He won't go.
trebell. Never mind him.
amy o'connell. We're standing full in the light . . anyone could see us.
trebell. [With fierce egotism.] Think of me . . not of anyone else. [He draws her from the window; then does not let her go.] May I kiss you again?
amy o'connell. [Her eyes closed.] Yes.
He kisses her. She stiffens in his arms; then laughs almost joyously, and is commonplace.
amy o'connell. Well . . let me get my breath.
trebell. [Letting her stand free.] Now . . go along.
Obediently she turns to the door, but sinks on the nearest chair.