Trebell. [Touched.] Indeed ... indeed, I'll take what share of this I can.
She shrinks from him unforgivingly.
Amy. No, let me alone. I'm nothing to you. I'm a sick beast in danger of my life, that's all ... cancerous!
He is roused for the first time, roused to horror and protest.
Trebell. Oh, you unhappy woman! ... if life is like death to you....
Amy. [Turning on him.] Don't lecture me! If you're so clever put a stop to this horror. Or you might at least say you're sorry.
Trebell. Sorry! [The bell on the table rings jarringly.] Cantelupe!
He goes to the telephone. She gets up cold and collected, steadied merely by the unexpected sound.
Amy. I mustn't keep you from governing the country. I'm sure you'll do it very well.
Trebell. [At the telephone.] Yes, bring him up, of course ... isn't Mr. Kent there? [then to her.] I may be ten minutes with him or half an hour. Wait and we'll come to a conclusion.