AMY. Oh, it's my punishment ... I see that well enough ... for thinking myself so clever ... forgetting my duty and religion ... not going to confession, I mean. [_Then hysterically._] God can make you believe in Him when he likes, can't he? TREBELL. [_With comfortable strength._] My dear girl, this needs your pluck. [_And he sits by her._] All we have to do is to prevent it being found out. AMY. Yes ... the scandal would smash you, wouldn't it? TREBELL. There isn't going to be any scandal. AMY. No ... if we're careful. You'll tell me what to do, won't you? Oh, it's a relief to be able to talk about it. TREBELL. For one thing, you must take care of yourself and stop worrying. _It soothes her to feel that he is concerned; but it is not enough to be soothed._ AMY. Yes, I wouldn't like to have been the means of smashing you, Henry ... especially as you don't care for me. TREBELL. I intend to care for you. AMY. Love me, I mean. I wish you did ... a little; then perhaps I shouldn't feel so degraded. TREBELL. [_A shade impatiently, a shade contemptuously_] I can say I love you if that'll make things easier. AMY. [_More helpless than ever._] If you'd said it at first I should be taking it for granted ... though it wouldn't be any more true, I daresay, than now ... when I should know you weren't telling the truth. TREBELL. Then I'd do without so much confusion. AMY. Don't be so heartless. TREBELL. [_As he leaves her._] We seem to be attaching importance to such different things. AMY. [_Shrill even at a momentary desertion._] What do you mean? I want affection now just as I want food. I can't do without it ... I can't reason things out as you can. D'you think I haven't tried? [_Then in sudden rebellion._] Oh, the physical curse of being a woman ... no better than any savage in this condition ... worse off than an animal. It's unfair. TREBELL. Never mind ... you're here now to hand me half the responsibility, aren't you? AMY. As if I could! If I have to lie through the night simply shaking with bodily fear much longer ... I believe I shall go mad. _This aspect of the matter is meaningless to him. He returns to the practical issue._ TREBELL. There's nobody that need be suspecting, is there? AMY. My maid sees I'm ill and worried and makes remarks ... only to me so far. Don't I look a wreck? I nearly ran away when I saw Dr. Wedgecroft ... some of these men are so clever. TREBELL. [_Calculating._] Someone will have to be trusted. AMY. [_Burrowing into her little tortured self again._] And I ought to feel as if I had done Justin a great wrong ... but I don't. I hate you now; now and then. I was being myself. You've brought me down. I feel worthless. _The last word strikes him. He stares at her._ TREBELL. Do you?