Daisy. [Smiling.] I can't bear that you should be done out of your ride. If you won't go alone you'll just force me to come with you.
Harry. I'll go. Give me a kiss before I do. [She puts up her lips to his.] I'm almost ashamed of myself, I'm just as madly in love with you as the day we were married.
Daisy. You are a dear. Have a nice ride, and when you come back I shall be all right.
Harry. That's ripping. I shan't be very long.
[He goes out. The lightness, the smile, with which she has spoken to Harry disappear as he goes, and she looks worried and anxious.
Daisy. Supposing they meet?
Amah. No can. Harry go out back way.
Daisy. Yes, I suppose he will. I wish he'd be quick. [Violently.] I must see George.
Amah. [Picking up the necklace.] Velly pletty necklace. You silly girl. Why you no take?
Daisy. Oh, damn, why can't you leave me alone? [Listening.] What on earth is Harry doing? I thought the pony was saddled.