George. Do.
Lee Tai. [With a smiling contempt.] Because he has invented the machine-gun. That is your superiority. We are a defenceless horde and you can blow us into eternity. [With a tinge of sadness.] You have shattered the dream of our philosophers that the world could be governed by the power of law and order.... And now you are teaching our young men your secret. You have thrust your hideous inventions upon us. Fools. Do you not know that we have a genius for mechanics? Do you not know that there are in this country four hundred millions of the most practical and industrious people in the world? Do you think it will take us long to learn? And what will become of your superiority when the yellow man can make as good guns as the white and fire them as straight? You have appealed to the machine-gun and by the machine-gun shall you be judged.
[There is a pause. Suddenly George gives Lee Tai a scrutinizing glance.
George. What is your name?
Lee Tai. [With a thin, amused smile.] Lee Tai Cheng.
George. [With a frigid politeness.] I'm sure you are very busy, Mr. Lee. I won't detain you any longer.
Lee Tai. [Still smiling.] I wish you a good day.
[He bows slightly and shakes his own hands in the Chinese manner. He goes out. He leaves behind him an impression that is at once ironic and sinister.
George. What the devil is he doing here?
Daisy. [Amused.] He came to make me an offer of marriage. I pointed out to him that I was married already.