Trebell. Want you to ... kiss me just once.
Amy O'Connell. [Yielding.] If I do ... don't let me go mad, will you?
Trebell. Perhaps. [He bends over her, her head drops back.] Now.
Amy O'Connell. Yes!
She kisses him on the mouth. Then he would release her, but suddenly she clings again.
Oh ... don't let me go.
Trebell. [With fierce pride of possession.] Not yet.
She is fragile beside him. He lifts her in his arms and carries her out into the darkness.