trebell. [A sceptic who has seen a vision.] Oh . . it's impossible.
amy. [Flashing at him, revengefully.] Why?
trebell. [Brought to his mundane self.] Well . . are you sure?
amy. [In sudden agony.] D'you think I want it to be true? D'you think I—? You don't know what it is to have a thing happening in spite of you.
trebell. [His face set in thought.] Where have you been since we met?
amy. Not to Ireland . . I haven't seen Justin for a year.
trebell. All the easier for you not to see him for another year.
amy. That wasn't what you meant.
trebell. It wasn't . . but never mind.