frances. [Lifting her voice; some tone returning to it.] Unconsciously . . I've known for years that this sort of thing might happen to you.
trebell. Why?
frances. Power over men and women and contempt for them! Do you think they don't take their revenge sooner or later?
trebell. Much good may it do them!
frances. Human nature turns against you . . by instinct . . in self-defence.
trebell. And my own human-nature!
frances. [Shocked into great pity, by his half articulate pain.] Yes . . you must have loved her, Henry . . in some odd way. I'm sorry for you both.
trebell. I'm hating her now . . as a man can only hate his own silliest vices.
frances. [Flashing into defence.] That's wrong of you. If you thought of her only as a pretty little fool . . Bearing your child . . all her womanly life belonged to you . . and for that time there was no other sort of life in her. So she became what you thought her.
trebell. That's not true.