amy. [More helpless than ever.] If you'd said it at first I should be taking it for granted . . though it wouldn't be any more true, I daresay, than now . . when I should know you weren't telling the truth.
trebell. Then I'd do without so much confusion.
amy. Don't be so heartless.
trebell. [As he leaves her.] We seem to be attaching importance to such different things.
amy. [Shrill even at a momentary desertion.] What do you mean? I want affection now just as I want food. I can't do without it . . I can't reason things out as you can. D'you think I haven't tried? [Then in sudden rebellion.] Oh, the physical curse of being a woman . . no better than any savage in this condition . . worse off than an animal. It's unfair.
trebell. Never mind . . you're here now to hand me half the responsibility, aren't you?
amy. As if I could! If I have to lie through the night simply shaking with bodily fear much longer . . I believe I shall go mad.
This aspect of the matter is meaningless to him. He returns to the practical issue.
trebell. There's nobody that need be suspecting, is there?
amy. My maid sees I'm ill and worried and makes remarks . . only to me so far. Don't I look a wreck? I nearly ran away when I saw Dr. Wedgecroft . . some of these men are so clever.