George. I thought she was dead.
Daisy. No. I told Harry she was because I thought it would make it easier for him.
George. She isn't with you now, is she?
Daisy. No, she lives at Ichang. She doesn't bother me as long as I send her something every month.
George. Why did you tell Harry that you were twenty-two? It's ten years since you came to China and you were seventeen then.
Daisy. [With a twinkle in her eye.] Any woman of my age will tell you that seventeen and ten are twenty-two.
[George does not smile. With frowning brow he walks up and down.
George. Oh, I wish to God I knew nothing about you. I can't bring myself to tell him and yet how can I let him marry you in absolute ignorance? Oh, Daisy, for your sake as well as for his I beseech you to tell him the whole truth and let him decide for himself.
Daisy. And break his heart? There's not a missionary who believes in God as he believes in me. If he loses his trust in me he loses everything. Tell him if you think you must, if you have no pity, if you have no regret for all the shame and misery you brought on me, you, you, you—but if you do, I swear, I swear to God that I shall kill myself. I won't go back to that hateful life.