Daisy. Don't kneel, Harry; that isn't the way a woman wants to be loved.
[She raises him to his feet and as he rises he takes her in his arms.
Harry. [Passionately.] I'd do anything in the world for you.
Daisy. You could make me so happy if you chose.
Harry. I do choose.
Daisy. Won't you give up this idea of leaving Peking?
Harry. But, my darling, it's for your happiness I'm doing it.
Daisy. Don't you think that everyone is the best judge of his own happiness?
Harry. Not always.
Daisy. [Disengaging herself from his arms.] Ah, that's the English way. You want to make people happy in your way and not in theirs. You'll never be satisfied till the Chinese wear Norfolk jackets and eat roast beef and plum pudding.