George. [Not without irritation.] How did he know you were here?
Daisy. He made it his business to find out.
George. Does he know that...?
Daisy. [Coolly.] You know China better than most Englishmen. You know that the white man can do nothing without the Chinese knowing it. But they won't tell other white men unless—unless it's to their advantage to do so.
George. You told me that this house belonged to the amah.
Daisy. [Smiling.] That was a slight exaggeration.
George. You put it very mildly.
Daisy. You said you wouldn't come to the temple. It meant finding some place where we could meet or never seeing you at all.
George. [Sombrely.] We began with deceit and with deceit we've continued.
Daisy. [Tenderly.] There's no deceit in my love, George. After all, our love is the only thing that matters.