Trebell. Do you know how empty I feel of all virtue at this moment?
He leaves her. She must bring him back to the plane on which she can help him.
Frances. We must think what's best to be done ... now ... and for the future.
Trebell. Why, I could go on earning useless money at the Bar ... think how nice that would be. I could blackmail the next judgeship out of Horsham. I think I could even smash his Disestablishment Bill ... and perhaps get into the next Liberal Cabinet and start my own all over again, with necessary modifications. I shan't do any such things.
Frances. No one knows about you and poor Amy?
Trebell. Half a dozen friends. Shall I offer to give evidence at the inquest this morning?
Frances. [With a little shiver.] They'll say bad enough things about her without your blackening her good name.
Without warning, his anger and anguish break out again.
Trebell. All she had ... all there is left of her! She was a nothingness ... silly ... vain. And I gave her this power over me!
He is beaten, exhausted. Now she goes to him, motherlike.