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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.
AMY O'CONNELL. [_Struggling . . with herself._] Oh, why do you rouse me like this?
TREBELL. Because I want you.
AMY O'CONNELL. Want me to . . ?
TREBELL. Want you to . . kiss me just once.
AMY O'CONNELL. [_Yielding._] If I do . . don't let me go mad, will you?
TREBELL. Perhaps. [_He bends over her, her head drops back._] Now.
AMY O'CONNELL. Yes!
_She kisses him on the mouth. Then he would release her, but suddenly she clings again._
Oh . . don't let me go.
TREBELL. [_With fierce pride of possession._] Not yet.
_She is fragile beside him. He lifts her in his arms and carries her out into the darkness._
