Daisy. Give me the headdress.
Harry. [Outside.] Open the door.
Daisy. Be quick.
Amah. I no understand. You die, Daisy. You die.
[The knocking is repeated more violently.
Harry. [Shouting.] Daisy! Amah! Open the door. If you don't open I'll break it down.
[Daisy is ready. She steps on to the pallet and sits in the Chinese fashion.
Daisy. Go to the door. Open when I tell you.
[There is by Daisy's side a box in which are the paints and pencils the Chinese lady uses to make up her face. Daisy opens it. She takes out a hand mirror.
Harry. Who's there? Open, I tell you! Open!