amy o'connell. Want me to . . ?
trebell. Want you to . . kiss me just once.
amy o'connell. [Yielding.] If I do . . don't let me go mad, will you?
trebell. Perhaps. [He bends over her, her head drops back.] Now.
amy o'connell. Yes!
She kisses him on the mouth. Then he would release her, but suddenly she clings again.
Oh . . don't let me go.
trebell. [With fierce pride of possession.] Not yet.
She is fragile beside him. He lifts her in his arms and carries her out into the darkness.