amy o'connell. In a minute, I'm a little faint. [He goes to her quickly.] No, it's nothing.
trebell. Come into the air again. [Then half seriously.] I'll race you across the lawn.
amy o'connell. [Still breathless and a little hysterical.] Thank you!
trebell. Shall I carry you?
amy o'connell. Don't be silly. [She recovers her self-possession, gets up and goes to the window, then looks back at him and says very beautifully.] But the night's beautiful, isn't it?
He has her in his arms again, more firmly this time.
trebell. Make it so.
amy o'connell. [Struggling . . with herself.] Oh, why do you rouse me like this?
trebell. Because I want you.