Amah. [Looking at the necklace.] What shall I do with this?
Daisy. Throw it in the dust-bin.
Amah. Lee Tai no likee that very much.
Daisy. [Hearing the sound of the pony, with a sigh of relief.] He's gone. Now I'm safe. Where's my bag? [She takes a little mirror out of it and looks at herself.] I look perfectly hideous.
Amah. Don't be silly. You velly pletty girl.
Daisy. [Her ears all alert.] There's someone riding along.
Amah. That not pony. That Peking cart.
Daisy. You old fool, I tell you it's a pony. At last. Oh, my heart's beating so.... It's stopping at the gate. It's George. Oh, I love him. I love him. [To the Amah, stamping her foot.] What are you waiting for? I don't want you here now, and don't listen, d'you hear. Get out, get out.
Amah. All-light. My go away.
[The Amah slinks away. Daisy stands waiting for George, holding her hands to her heart as though to stop the anguish of its beating. She makes a great effort at self-control as George enters. He is in riding kit. He has a bunch of orchids in his hand.