trebell. [Calculating.] Someone will have to be trusted.
amy. [Burrowing into her little tortured self again.] And I ought to feel as if I had done Justin a great wrong . . but I don't. I hate you now; now and then. I was being myself. You've brought me down. I feel worthless.
The last word strikes him. He stares at her.
trebell. Do you?
amy. [Pleadingly.] There's only one thing I'd like you to tell me, Henry . . it isn't much. That night we were together . . it was for a moment different to everything that has ever been in your life before, wasn't it?
trebell. [Collecting himself as if to explain to a child.] I must make you understand . . I must get you to realise that for a little time to come you're above the law . . above even the shortcomings and contradictions of a man's affection.
amy. But let us have one beautiful memory to share.
trebell. [Determined she shall face the cold logic of her position.] Listen. I look back on that night as one looks back on a fit of drunkenness.
amy. [Neither understanding nor wishing to; only shocked and hurt.] You beast.