Daisy. [Outside.] One brief look in the glass and then I'm ready.
[Harry enters.
Harry. She's just coming.
George. I bet she's powdering her nose.
Daisy. Here I am.
[Daisy enters. She is an extremely pretty woman, beautifully, perhaps a little showily, dressed. She has a pale, very clear, slightly sallow skin, and beautiful dark eyes. There is only the very faintest suspicion in them of the Chinese slant. Her hair is abundant and black.
Harry. This is George Conway, Daisy.
[George stares at her. At first he is not quite sure that he recognizes her, then suddenly he does, but only the slightest movement of the eyes betrays him.
Daisy. How do you do. I told Harry I had an idea I must have met you somewhere. I don't think I have after all.
Harry. George flatters himself he's not easily forgotten.