Daisy. How dare you? How dare you? I told you that you were never to let Lee Tai speak to you again.
Amah. You very angry, Daisy. You very angry before, but you go back to Lee Tai; he think perhaps you go back again.
Daisy. Tell him that I loathe the sight of him. Tell him that if I were starving I wouldn't take a penny from him. Tell him that if he dares to come round here I'll have him beaten till he screams.
Amah. Hi, hi.
Daisy. And you leave me alone, will you. Harry hates you. I've only got to say a word and he'll kick you out in five minutes.
Amah. What would my little Daisy do without old amah, hi, hi? What for you no talkee true? You think old amah no got eyes? [With a cunning, arch look.] I got something make you very glad. [She takes a note out of her sleeve.]
Daisy. What's that?
Amah. I got letter.
Daisy. [Snatching it from her.] Give it me. How dare you hide it?
Amah. Have come when you long Harry. I think perhaps you no wanchee read when Harry there. [Daisy tears it open.] What he say?
Daisy. [Reading.] "I'm awfully sorry I can't dine with you on Thursday, but I'm engaged. I've just remembered it's your wedding-day and I'll look in for a minute. Ask Harry if he'd like to ride with me."
Amah. Is that all?
Daisy. "Yours ever. George Conway."
Amah. You love him very much, George Conway?
Daisy. [Taking no notice of her, passionately.] At last. I haven't seen him for ten days. Ten mortal days. Oh, I want him. I want him.
Amah. Why you no talkee old amah?
Daisy. [Desperately.] I can't help myself. Oh, I love him so. What shall I do? I can't live without him. If you don't want me to die make him love me.
Amah. You see, you want old amah.
Daisy. Oh, I'm so unhappy. I think I shall go mad.
Amah. Sh, sh. Perhaps he love you too.
Daisy. Never. He hates me. Why does he avoid me? He never comes here. At first he was always looking in. He used to come out and dine two or three days a week. What have I done to him? He only comes now because he does not want to offend Harry. Harry, Harry, what do I care for Harry?
Amah. Sh. Don't let him see. Give amah the letter.
[She snatches it from Daisy and hides it in her dress as Harry comes in. Daisy pulls herself together.
Harry. I say, Daisy, I've just had the ponies saddled. Put on your habit and let's go for a ride.
Daisy. I've got a headache.
Harry. Oh, my poor child. Why don't you lie down?
Daisy. I thought I was better in the air. But there's no reason why you shouldn't ride.
Harry. Oh, no, I won't ride without you.
Daisy. Why on earth not? It'll do you good. You know when my head's bad I only want to be left alone. Your pony wants exercising.
Harry. The boy can do that.
Daisy. [Trying to conceal her growing exasperation.] Please do as I ask. I'd rather you went.
Harry. [Laughing.] Of course if you're so anxious to get rid of me…
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.
Amah. [Looking at the necklace.] What shall I do with this?
Daisy. Throw it in the dust-bin.
Amah. Lee Tai no likee that very much.
Daisy. [Hearing the sound of the pony, with a sigh of relief.] He's gone. Now I'm safe. Where's my bag? [She takes a little mirror out of it and looks at herself.] I look perfectly hideous.
Amah. Don't be silly. You velly pletty girl.
Daisy. [Her ears all alert.] There's someone riding along.
Amah. That not pony. That Peking cart.
Daisy. You old fool, I tell you it's a pony. At last. Oh, my heart's beating so… It's stopping at the gate. It's George. Oh, I love him. I love him. [To the Amah, stamping her foot.] What are you waiting for? I don't want you here now, and don't listen, d'you hear. Get out, get out.
Amah. All-light. My go away.
[The Amah slinks away. Daisy stands waiting for George, holding her hands to her heart as though to stop the anguish of its beating. She makes a great effort at self-control as George enters. He is in riding kit. He has a bunch of orchids in his hand.
George. Hulloa, what are you doing here?
Daisy. I was tired of sitting in the drawing-room.
George. I remembered it was your wedding-day. I've brought you a few flowers. [She takes them with both hands.]
Daisy. Thank you. That is kind of you.
George. [Gravely.] I hope you'll always be very happy. I hope you'll allow me to say how grateful I am that you've given Harry so much happiness.
Daisy. You're very solemn. One would almost think you'd prepared that pretty speech beforehand.
George. [Trying to take it lightly.] I'm sorry if it didn't sound natural. I can promise you it was sincere.
Daisy. Shall we sit down?
George. I think we ought to go for our ride while the light lasts. I'll come in and have a drink on the way back.
Daisy. Harry's out.
George. Is he? I sent you a note this morning. I said I couldn't dine on Thursday and I'd come and fetch Harry for a ride this afternoon.
Daisy. I didn't tell him.
George. No?
Daisy. I don't see you very often nowadays.
George. There's an awful lot of work to do just now. They lead me a dog's life at the legation.
Daisy. Even at night? At first you used to come and dine with us two or three nights a week.
George. I can't always be sponging on you. It's positively indecent.
Daisy. We don't know many people. It's not always very lively here. I should have thought if you didn't care to come for my sake you'd have come for Harry's.
George. I come whenever you ask me.
Daisy. You haven't been here for a month.
George. It just happens that the last two or three times you've asked me to dine I've been engaged.
Daisy. [Her voice breaking.] You promised that we'd be friends. What have I done to turn you against me?
George.