TREBELL. Come and look at the stars again. Come along. AMY O'CONNELL. Give me my wrap . . [_He takes it up, but holds it._] Well, put it on me. [_He puts it round her, but does not withdraw his arms._] Be careful, the stars are looking at you. TREBELL. No, they can't see so far as we can. That's the proper creed. AMY O'CONNELL. [_Softly, almost shyly._] Henry. TREBELL. [_Bending closer to her._] Yes, pretty thing. AMY O'CONNELL. Is this what you call being in love? _He looks up and listens._ TREBELL. Here's somebody coming. AMY O'CONNELL. Oh! . . TREBELL. What does it matter? AMY O'CONNELL. I'm untidy or something . . _She slips out, for they are close to the window. The_ FOOTMAN _enters, stops suddenly_. THE FOOTMAN. I beg your pardon, sir. I thought everyone had gone. TREBELL. I've just been for a walk. I'll lock up if you like. THE FOOTMAN. I can easily wait up, sir. TREBELL. [_At the window._] I wouldn't. What do you do . . just slide the bolt? THE FOOTMAN. That's all, sir. TREBELL. I see. Good-night. THE FOOTMAN. Good-night, sir. _He goes._ TREBELL'S _demeanour suddenly changes, becomes alert, with the alertness of a man doing something in secret. He leans out of the window and whispers._ TREBELL. Amy! _There is no answer, so he gently steps out. For a moment the room is empty and there is silence. Then_ AMY _has flown from him into the safety of lights. She is flushed, trembling, but rather ecstatic, and her voice has lost all affectation now._ AMY O'CONNELL. Oh . . oh . . you shouldn't have kissed me like that! TREBELL _stands in the window-way; a light in his eyes, and speaks low but commandingly_. TREBELL. Come here. _Instinctively she moves towards him. They speak in whispers._ AMY O'CONNELL. He was locking up. TREBELL. I've sent him to bed. AMY O'CONNELL. He won't go. TREBELL. Never mind him. AMY O'CONNELL. We're standing full in the light . . anyone could see us. TREBELL. [_With fierce egotism._] Think of me . . not of anyone else. [_He draws her from the window; then does not let her go._] May I kiss you again? AMY O'CONNELL. [_Her eyes closed._] Yes. _He kisses her. She stiffens in his arms; then laughs almost joyously, and is commonplace._ AMY O'CONNELL. Well . . let me get my breath. TREBELL. [_Letting her stand free._] Now . . go along. _Obediently she turns to the door, but sinks on the nearest chair._ AMY O'CONNELL. In a minute, I'm a little faint. [_He goes to her quickly._] No, it's nothing. TREBELL. Come into the air again. [_Then half seriously._] I'll race you across the lawn. AMY O'CONNELL. [_Still breathless and a little hysterical._] Thank you! TREBELL. Shall I carry you? AMY O'CONNELL. Don't be silly. [_She recovers her self-possession, gets up and goes to the window, then looks back at him and says very beautifully._] But the night's beautiful, isn't it? _He has her in his arms again, more firmly this time._ TREBELL. Make it so.