Daisy. Don't leave me.
George. My precious. My beloved.
[She turns her face to him, offering her lips, and he bends his head and kisses her. She closes her eyes in ecstasy.
Daisy. Take me in. I feel so ill.
George. I'll carry you.
[He lifts her up and carries her into the house. From the opposite side the Amah appears. She goes to the gateway and slips the bolt forward into position. Then she comes to the tea-table, sits down and takes a scone.
Amah. Hi, hi.
[She bites the scone and chews placidly. On her face is a smirk of irony.