Daisy. [Distracted.] Oh, what shall I do? I'm so unhappy. If you cared for me at all you wouldn't treat me so cruelly. You're ashamed of me. You want to hide me. Why should I bury myself in a hole two thousand miles up the river? I won't go! I won't go! I won't go! [She bursts into a storm of hysterical weeping.]
Harry. [Trying to take her in his arms.] Oh, Daisy, for God's sake don't cry. You know I'm not ashamed of you. I love you more than ever. I love you with all my heart.
Daisy. [Drawing away from him.] Don't touch me. Leave me alone. I hate you.
Harry. Don't say that, Daisy. It hurts me frightfully.
Daisy. Oh, go away, go away!
Harry. [Seeking to reason with her.] I can't leave you like this.
Daisy. Go, go, go, go, go! I don't want to see you! Oh, God, what shall I do?
[She flings herself doom on the steps, weeping hysterically. Harry, much distressed, looks at her in perplexity. The Amah comes in.
Amah. You make missy cly. You velly bad man.
Harry. What the devil do you want?