George. [Sombrely looking away from her.] Daisy, I think you can never give me happiness, but you can help me, not to make amends because that's impossible, but to ... [Impulsively, looking at her now.] Oh, Daisy, do you really love me?
Daisy. With all my heart. With all my soul.
George. Then help me. Let us finish.
Daisy. [Quickly.] What do you mean?
George. I don't want to seem a prig. I don't want to preach. Heaven knows, I've never pretended to be a saint. But what we've done is wrong. You must see that as plainly as I do.
Daisy. Is it wrong to love? How can I help it?
George. Daisy, I want to—cease doing wrong.
Daisy. You make me impatient. How can you be so weak?
George. I want you to believe that I love you. But I can't go on with this deceit. I'd sooner shoot myself.
Daisy. You couldn't say that if you loved me as I love you.