Amah. You go to Chung-king, you never see George no more. George, he love my little Daisy. When Harry gone—George, he come say....
Daisy. Oh, don't tempt me, it's horrible!
Amah. He put his arms round you and you feel such a little small thing, you hear his heart beat quick, quick against your heart. And he throw back your head and he kiss you. And you think you die, little flower.
Daisy. Oh, I love him, I love him!
Amah. Hi, hi.
Daisy. [Thinking of the scene with George.] He would hardly look at me and his hands were trembling. He was as white as a sheet.
Amah. [Persuasively.] I tell you, Daisy. You no say yes, you no say no. I ask Buddha.
Daisy. [Frightened.] What for?
Amah. If Buddha say yes, I talk with Lee Tai; if Buddha say no, I do nothing. Then you go to Chung-king and you never see George any more.
[The Amah goes up the temple steps and flings open the great doors. Daisy watches her with an agony of horror, expectation, and dread. The Amah lights some joss-sticks on the altar, and strikes a deep-toned gong. Harry comes in, followed by Lee Tai with his bundle.