George. [Seriously.] I must go, Daisy. I really must.
Daisy. [After a moment's pause.] What were you going to say to me? Don't thank me for anything I may have done. It's given me a happiness I never knew before.
George. Except for you I should have died. And when I think of the past I am ashamed.
Daisy. What does the past matter? The past is dead and gone.
George. And I'm ashamed when I think how patient you were when I was irritable, how kind and thoughtful. I hardly knew I wanted a thing before you gave it to me. Sometimes when I felt I couldn't breathe, the tenderness of your hand on my forehead—oh, it was like a dip in a highland stream on a summer day. I think I never knew that there was in you the most precious thing that anyone can have, goodness. Oh, Daisy, it makes me feel so humble.
Daisy. Goodness? [With the shadow of a laugh.] Oh, George.
George. It's because Harry is better and simpler than I am that he was able to see it in you. He felt it in you always and he was right.
[The Amah comes in.
Daisy. [Sharply.] What d'you want?
[The Amah crosses from one to the other and a thin smile crosses her eyes.