George. [Brutally.] I don't love you any more.
Daisy. [With a scornful shrug.] That's not true.
George. [Clenching his teeth.] I came here to-day to tell you that—well, that it's finished and done with. Oh, God, I don't want to make you unhappy! But you must see we can't go on. Everything that's decent in me revolts at the thought. I beseech you to forget me.
Daisy. As if I could.
George. I'm going away for a bit.
Daisy. [Startled.] You? Why?
George. I didn't trust myself, you see; I've lost my nerve, so I applied for short leave. I'm sailing for Vancouver on the Empress. I leave here the day after to-morrow.
Daisy. [Suddenly distraught.] You don't mean that you're going to leave me? I didn't pay any attention to what you said. I thought it was just a mood. George, George, say that you don't mean that?
George. It's the only thing to do, for your sake and Harry's and mine. [Taking his courage in both hands.] This is good-bye, Daisy.
Daisy. [Seizing him by the shoulders.] Let me look at your eyes. George, you're crazy. You can't go.