Amah. [Going up to Daisy and stroking her head.] What thing he talkee my poor little flower? Maskee. He belong velly bad man.
Harry. Shut up, you old ... I won't have you talk like that. I've put up with a good deal from you, but if you try to make mischief between Daisy and me, by God, I'll throw you out into the street with my own hands.
Amah. What thing you do my Daisy? Don't cly, Daisy.
Harry. Darling, don't be unreasonable.
Daisy. Go away, don't come near me. I hate you.
Harry. How can you say anything so unkind?
Daisy. Send him away. [She begins to sob again more violently.]
Amah. You go away. You no can see she no wanchee you. You come back bimeby. My sabe talk to little flower.
[Harry hesitates for a moment. He is harassed by the scene. Then he makes up his mind the best thing is to leave Daisy with the Amah. He goes out. Daisy raises her head cautiously.
Daisy. Has he gone?