Amy O'Connell. [With a side-glance.] One isn't so often tempted.
Trebell. In fact ... to flirt with life generally. Now, what made your husband marry you?
Amy O'Connell. [Dealing with the impertinence in her own fashion.] What would make you marry me? Don't say: Nothing on earth.
Trebell. [Speaking apparently of someone else.] A prolonged fit of idleness might make me marry ... a clever woman. But I've never been idle for more than a week. And I've never met a clever woman ... worth calling a woman.
Amy O'Connell. [Bringing their talk back to herself, and fastidiously.] Justin has all the natural instincts.
Trebell. He's Roman Catholic, isn't he?
Amy O'Connell. So am I ... by profession.
Trebell. It's a poor religion unless you really believe in it.
Amy O'Connell. [Appealing to him.] If I were to live at Linaskea and have as many children as God sent, I should manage to make Justin pretty miserable! And what would be left of me at all I should like to know?
Trebell. So Justin lives at Linaskea alone?