Amah. Harry wanchee you go Chung-king. Missionary ladies like see you again, Daisy. Perhaps they ask you how you like living along Lee Tai Cheng. Perhaps somebody tell Harry.
Daisy. The fool. Of all the places in China he must hit upon Chung-king.
Amah. You know Harry. If he say go Chung-king, he go. You cly, he velly solly, he all same go.
Daisy. Oh, I know his obstinacy. When he's once made up his mind—[Contemptuously.]—he prides himself on his firmness. Oh, what shall I do?
Amah. I think more better something happen to Harry.
Daisy. No, no, no!
Amah. What you flightened for? You no do anything. I tell Lee Tai more better something happen to Harry. I say you not velly sorry if Harry die.
Daisy. [Putting her hands over her ears.] Be quiet! I won't listen to you.
Amah. [Roughly tearing her hands away.] Don't you be such a big fool, Daisy. You go to Chung-king and Harry know everything. Maybe he kill you.
Daisy. What do I care?