Daisy. "Yours ever. George Conway."
Amah. You love him very much, George Conway?
Daisy. [Taking no notice of her, passionately.] At last. I haven't seen him for ten days. Ten mortal days. Oh, I want him. I want him.
Amah. Why you no talkee old amah?
Daisy. [Desperately.] I can't help myself. Oh, I love him so. What shall I do? I can't live without him. If you don't want me to die make him love me.
Amah. You see, you want old amah.
Daisy. Oh, I'm so unhappy. I think I shall go mad.
Amah. Sh, sh. Perhaps he love you too.
Daisy. Never. He hates me. Why does he avoid me? He never comes here. At first he was always looking in. He used to come out and dine two or three days a week. What have I done to him? He only comes now because he does not want to offend Harry. Harry, Harry, what do I care for Harry?
Amah. Sh. Don't let him see. Give amah the letter.