Trebell. [Marvelling at these tangents.] Marry you! I should murder you in a week.
This sounds only brutal to her; she lets herself be shamed.
Amy. You've no more use for me than the use you've made of me.
Trebell. [Logical again.] Won't you realise that there's a third party to our discussion ... that I'm of no importance beside him and you of very little. Think of the child.
Amy blazes into desperate rebellion.
Amy. There's no child because I haven't chosen there shall be and there shan't be because I don't choose. You'd have me first your plaything and then Nature's, would you?
Trebell. [A little abashed.] Come now, you knew what you were about.
Amy. [Thinking of those moments.] Did I? I found myself wanting you, belonging to you suddenly. I didn't stop to think and explain. But are we never to be happy and irresponsible ... never for a moment?
Trebell. Well ... one can't pick and choose consequences.
Amy. Your choices in life have made you what you want to be, haven't they? Leave me mine.