Amy O'Connell. I'm told now there's a pretty housemaid ... [she shrugs.]
Trebell. Does he drink too?
Amy O'Connell. Oh, no. You'd like Justin, I daresay. He's clever. The thirteenth century's what he knows about. He has done a book on its statutes ... has been doing another.
Trebell. And after an evening's hard work I find you here ready to flirt with.
Amy O'Connell. What have you been working at?
Trebell. A twentieth century statute perhaps. That's not any concern of yours either.
She does not follow his thought.
Amy O'Connell. No, I prefer you in your unprofessional moments.
Trebell. Real flattery. I didn't know I had any.
Amy O'Connell. That's why you should flirt with me ... Henry ... to cultivate them. I'm afraid you lack imagination.