AMY. Do you expect me to go through with this? Henry! ... I'd sooner kill myself. _There is silence between them. He looks at her as one looks at some unnatural thing. Then after a moment he speaks, very coldly._ TREBELL. Oh ... indeed. Don't get foolish ideas into your head. You've no choice now ... no reasonable choice. AMY. [_Driven to bay; her last friend an enemy._] I won't go through with it. TREBELL. It hasn't been so much the fear of scandal then-- AMY. That wouldn't break my heart. You'd marry me, wouldn't you? We could go away somewhere. I could be very fond of you, Henry. TREBELL. [_Marvelling at these tangents._] Marry you! I should murder you in a week. _This sounds only brutal to her; she lets herself be shamed._ AMY. You've no more use for me than the use you've made of me. TREBELL. [_Logical again._] Won't you realise that there's a third party to our discussion ... that I'm of no importance beside him and you of very little. Think of the child. AMY _blazes into desperate rebellion._ AMY. There's no child because I haven't chosen there shall be and there shan't be because I don't choose. You'd have me first your plaything and then Nature's, would you? TREBELL. [_A little abashed._] Come now, you knew what you were about. AMY. [_Thinking of those moments._] Did I? I found myself wanting you, belonging to you suddenly. I didn't stop to think and explain. But are we never to be happy and irresponsible ... never for a moment? TREBELL. Well ... one can't pick and choose consequences. AMY. Your choices in life have made you what you want to be, haven't they? Leave me mine. TREBELL. But it's too late to argue like that. AMY. If it is, I'd better jump into the Thames. I've thought of it. _He considers how best to make a last effort to bring her to her senses. He sits by her._ TREBELL. Amy ... if you were my wife-- AMY. [_Unresponsive to him now._] I was Justin's wife, and I went away from him sooner than bear him children. Had I the right to choose or had I not? TREBELL. [_Taking another path._] Shall I tell you something I believe? If we were left to choose, we should stand for ever deciding whether to start with the right foot or the left. We blunder into the best things in life. Then comes the test ... have we faith enough to go on ... to go through with the unknown thing? AMY. [_So bored by these metaphysics._] Faith in what? TREBELL. Our vitality. I don't give a fig for beauty, happiness, or brains. All I ask of myself is ... can I pay Fate on demand? AMY. Yes ... in imagination. But I've got physical facts to face. _But he has her attention now and pursues the advantage._ TREBELL. Very well then ... let the meaning of them go. Look forward simply to a troublesome illness. In a little while you can go abroad quietly and wait patiently. We're not fools and we needn't find fools to trust in. Then come back to England....