[In the caressing gestures of her hands as she tries to move him one of them rests by chance on his coat pocket. She feels something hard. He moves slightly away.
George. Take care.
Daisy. What's that in your pocket?
George. It's my revolver. Since my accident I've always carried it about with me. It's rather silly, but the Minister asked me to. He said he'd feel safer.
Daisy. Oh, George, if you only knew the agony I suffered when you were brought in! The remorse, the fear! I thought I should go mad.
George. [With a bitter chuckle.] It must have been rather a sell for you.
Daisy. Oh, you can laugh! I knew you'd forgive me. My darling.
George. I'm sorry for all the rough things I said to you, Daisy. I don't blame you for anything. You only acted according to your lights. The only person I can blame is myself. It's only reasonable that I should suffer the punishment.
Daisy. My sweetheart!
George. I suppose you know that I shall be quite ruined.