Amy. As if I could! If I have to lie through the night simply shaking with bodily fear much longer ... I believe I shall go mad.
This aspect of the matter is meaningless to him. He returns to the practical issue.
Trebell. There's nobody that need be suspecting, is there?
Amy. My maid sees I'm ill and worried and makes remarks ... only to me so far. Don't I look a wreck? I nearly ran away when I saw Dr. Wedgecroft ... some of these men are so clever.
Trebell. [Calculating.] Someone will have to be trusted.
Amy. [Burrowing into her little tortured self again.] And I ought to feel as if I had done Justin a great wrong ... but I don't. I hate you now; now and then. I was being myself. You've brought me down. I feel worthless.
The last word strikes him. He stares at her.
Trebell. Do you?
Amy. [Pleadingly.] There's only one thing I'd like you to tell me, Henry ... it isn't much. That night we were together ... it was for a moment different to everything that has ever been in your life before, wasn't it?
Trebell. [Collecting himself as if to explain to a child.] I must make you understand ... I must get you to realise that for a little time to come you're above the law ... above even the shortcomings and contradictions of a man's affection.