Sylvia. I'm tolerably sure he can do that.
Daisy. [As if she were merely teasing.] A little bird has whispered to me that there's a very pretty blonde in Peking....
Sylvia. [Interrupting.] Probably peroxide.
Daisy. Not in this case. Who is not entirely indifferent to the Assistant Chinese Secretary at the British Legation.
Sylvia. Fancy!
Daisy. I suppose you haven't an idea who I'm talking about?
Sylvia. Not a ghost.
Daisy. Then why do you blush to the roots of your hair?
Sylvia. I was outraged at your suggestion that my hair was dyed.
Daisy. It's too bad of me to tease you, isn't it?