AMY O'CONNELL. Praise is the greatest of luxuries, isn't it, Henry? ... Henry ... [_she caresses the name._] TREBELL. Quite right ... Henry. AMY O'CONNELL. Henry ... Trebell. TREBELL. Having formally taken possession of my name.... AMY O'CONNELL. I'll go to bed. _His eyes have never moved from her. Now she breaks the contact and goes towards the door._ TREBELL. I wouldn't ... my spare time for love making is so limited. _She turns back, quite at ease, her eyes challenging him._ AMY O'CONNELL. That's the first offensive thing you've said. TREBELL. Why offensive? AMY O'CONNELL. I may flirt. Making love's another matter. TREBELL. Sit down and explain the difference ... Mrs. O'Connell. _She sits down._ AMY O'CONNELL. Quite so. 'Mrs. O'Connell'. That's the difference. TREBELL. [_Provokingly._] But I doubt if I'm interested in the fact that your husband doesn't understand you and that your marriage was a mistake ... and how hard you find it to be strong. AMY O'CONNELL. [_Kindly._] I'm not quite a fool though you think so on a three months' acquaintance. But tell me this ... what education besides marriage does a woman get? TREBELL. [_His head lifting quickly._] Education.... AMY O'CONNELL. Don't be business-like. TREBELL. I beg your pardon. AMY O'CONNELL. Do you think the things you like to have taught in schools are any use to one when one comes to deal with you? TREBELL. [_After a little scrutiny of her-face._] Well, if marriage is only the means to an end ... what's the end? Not flirtation. AMY O'CONNELL. [_With an air of self-revelation._] I don't know. To keep one's place in the world, I suppose, one's self-respect and a sense of humour. TREBELL. Is that difficult? AMY O'CONNELL. To get what I want, without paying more than it's worth to me....? TREBELL. Never to be reckless. AMY O'CONNELL. [_With a side-glance._] One isn't so often tempted. TREBELL. In fact ... to flirt with life generally. Now, what made your husband marry you? AMY O'CONNELL. [_Dealing with the impertinence in her own fashion._] What would make you marry me? Don't say: Nothing on earth. TREBELL. [_Speaking apparently of someone else._] A prolonged fit of idleness might make me marry ... a clever woman. But I've never been idle for more than a week. And I've never met a clever woman ... worth calling a woman. AMY O'CONNELL. [_Bringing their talk back to herself, and fastidiously._] Justin has all the natural instincts. TREBELL. He's Roman Catholic, isn't he? AMY O'CONNELL. So am I ... by profession. TREBELL. It's a poor religion unless you really believe in it. AMY O'CONNELL. [_Appealing to him._] If I were to live at Linaskea and have as many children as God sent, I should manage to make Justin pretty miserable! And what would be left of me at all I should like to know? TREBELL. So Justin lives at Linaskea alone? AMY O'CONNELL. I'm told now there's a pretty housemaid ... [_she shrugs._] TREBELL. Does he drink too?