Trebell. You would get that much good out of me. For it's my point of honour ... to leave nothing I touch as I find it.
He is very close to her.
Amy O'Connell. You're frightening me a little ...
Trebell. Come and look at the stars again. Come along.
Amy O'Connell. Give me my wrap ... [He takes it up, but holds it.] Well, put it on me. [He puts it round her, but does not withdraw his arms.] Be careful, the stars are looking at you.
Trebell. No, they can't see so far as we can. That's the proper creed.
Amy O'Connell. [Softly, almost shyly.] Henry.
Trebell. [Bending closer to her.] Yes, pretty thing.
Amy O'Connell. Is this what you call being in love?
He looks up and listens.