George. No, I swear I didn't.
Daisy. Why are you so emphatic?
George. Oh, Daisy, what's the good of tormenting yourself and tormenting me? You know I loved you just as much as you loved me. But I'm not like you. It was a torture. I knew it was wrong and hateful. I couldn't go on.
Daisy. Do you think it would have seemed wrong and hateful if it hadn't been for Sylvia?
George. Yes.
Daisy. You don't say that very convincingly.
George. I do think it is because she is so loyal, and good and straight that I saw so clearly what a cad I was. I think I found courage to do the only possible thing in her frankness and honesty.
Daisy. I think you deceive yourself. Are you sure this admiration of yours for all her admirable qualities isn't—love?
George. My dear, I'm unfit to love her.
Daisy. She doesn't think so. If you asked her to marry you she'd accept.