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.
Frances. It's true enough ... it's true of men towards women. You can't think of them through generations as one thing and then suddenly find them another.
Trebell. [Hammering at his fixed idea.] She should have brought that child into the world.
Frances. You didn't love her enough!
Trebell. I didn't love her at all.
Frances. Then why should she value your gift?