[Daisy puts rouge on her cheeks. She takes a black pencil and touches her eyebrows. She gives them a slight slant so that she looks on a sudden absolutely Chinese.
Daisy. Open!
[The Amah draws the bolt and Harry bursts in.
Harry. Daisy! [He comes forward impetuously and then on a sudden stops. He is taken aback. Something, he knows not what, comes over him and he feels helpless and strangely weak.] Daisy, what does it mean? These letters. [He takes them out of his pocket and thrusts them towards her. She takes no notice of him.] Daisy, speak to me. I don't understand. [He staggers towards her with outstretched hands.] For God's sake, say it isn't true.
[Motionless she contemplates in the mirror the Chinese woman of the reflection.
THE END