Daisy. [Passionately.] Tell him then. You'll break his heart. You'll make him utterly wretched. But he'll marry me all the same. When a man's as much in love as he is he'll forgive everything.
George. I think it's horrible. If you loved him you couldn't marry him. It's heartless.
Daisy. [Violently.] How dare you say that? You. You. You know what I am. Yes, it's all true. I don't know what you know but it can't be worse than the truth. And whose fault is it? Yours. If I'm rotten it's you who made me rotten.
George. I? No. You've got no right to say that. It's cruel. It's infamous.
Daisy. I've touched you at last, have I? Because you know it's true. Don't you remember when I first came to Chung-king? I was seventeen. My father had sent me to England to school when I was seven. I never saw him for ten years. And at last he wrote and said I was to come back to China. You came and met me on the boat and told me my father had had a stroke and was dead. You took me to the Presbyterian mission.
George. That was my job. I was awfully sorry for you.
Daisy. And then in a day or two you came and told me that my father hadn't left anything and what there was went to his relations in England.
George. Naturally he didn't expect to die.
Daisy. [Passionately.] If he was going to leave me like that why didn't he let me stay with my Chinese mother? Why did he bring me up like a lady? Oh, it was cruel.
George. Yes. It was unpardonable.