Amy O'Connell. In a minute, I'm a little faint. [He goes to her quickly.] No, it's nothing.
Trebell. Come into the air again. [Then half seriously.] I'll race you across the lawn.
Amy O'Connell. [Still breathless and a little hysterical.] Thank you!
Trebell. Shall I carry you?
Amy O'Connell. Don't be silly. [She recovers her self-possession, gets up and goes to the window, then looks back at him and says very beautifully.] But the night's beautiful, isn't it?
He has her in his arms again, more firmly this time.
Trebell. Make it so.
Amy O'Connell. [Struggling ... with herself] Oh, why do you rouse me like this?
Trebell. Because I want you.
Amy O'Connell. Want me to...?