Trebell. I've sent him to bed.
Amy O'Connell. He won't go.
Trebell. Never mind him.
Amy O'Connell. We're standing full in the light ... anyone could see us.
Trebell. [With fierce egotism.] Think of me ... not of anyone else. [He draws her from the window; then does not let her go.] May I kiss you again?
Amy O'Connell. [Her eyes closed.] Yes.
He kisses her. She stiffens in his arms; then laughs almost joyously, and is commonplace.
Amy O'Connell. Well ... let me get my breath.
Trebell. [Letting her stand free.] Now ... go along.
Obediently she turns to the door, but sinks on the nearest chair.