Trebell. One must choose something to lack in this life.
Amy O'Connell. Not develop your nature to its utmost capacity.
Trebell. And then?
Amy O'Connell. Well, if that's not an end in itself ... [With a touch of romantic piety.] I suppose there's the hereafter.
Trebell. [Grimly material.] What, more developing! I watch people wasting time on themselves with amazement ... I refuse to look forward to wasting eternity.
Amy O'Connell. [Shaking her head.] You are very self-satisfied.
Trebell. Not more so than any machine that runs smoothly. And I hope not self-conscious.
Amy O'Connell. [Rather attractively treating him as a child.] It would do you good to fall really desperately in love with me ... to give me the power to make you unhappy.
He suddenly becomes very definite.
Trebell. At twenty-three I engaged myself to be married to a charming and virtuous fool. I broke it off.