Trebell. [On the edge of a sensation that is new to him.] I am told that a man begins to feel unimportant from this moment forward. Perhaps it's true.
Amy. What has it to do with you anyhow? We don't belong to each other. How long were we together that night? Half an hour! You didn't seem to care a bit until after you'd kissed me and ... this is an absurd consequence.
Trebell. Nature's a tyrant.
Amy. Oh, it's my punishment ... I see that well enough ... for thinking myself so clever ... forgetting my duty and religion ... not going to confession, I mean. [Then hysterically.] God can make you believe in Him when he likes, can't he?
Trebell. [With comfortable strength.] My dear girl, this needs your pluck. [And he sits by her.] All we have to do is to prevent it being found out.
Amy. Yes ... the scandal would smash you, wouldn't it?
Trebell. There isn't going to be any scandal.
Amy. No ... if we're careful. You'll tell me what to do, won't you? Oh, it's a relief to be able to talk about it.
Trebell. For one thing, you must take care of yourself and stop worrying.
It soothes her to feel that he is concerned; but it is not enough to be soothed.