Trebell. If it was what I meant ... I'm disposed to withdraw the suggestion.
Lucy. And, because I'm fond of his work as well, I shan't therefore ask him to tell me things ... secrets.
Trebell. [Reverting to his humour.] It'll be when you're a year or two married that danger may occur ... in his desperate effort to make conversation.
Lucy considers this and him quite seriously.
Lucy. You're rather hard on women, aren't you ... just because they don't have the chances men do.
Trebell. Do you want the chances?
Lucy. I think I'm as clever as most men I meet, though I know less, of course.
Trebell. Perhaps I should have offered you the secretaryship instead.
Lucy. [Readily.] Don't you think I'm taking it in a way ... by marrying Walter? That's fanciful of course. But marriage is a very general and complete sort of partnership, isn't it? At least, I'd like to make mine so.
Trebell. He'll be more under your thumb in some things if you leave him free in others.