Harry. [Anxious to make his peace.] Daisy, I found this fellow hanging about in the courtyard. I thought I'd like to buy you a Manchu dress that he's got.
Daisy. [After a moment's reflection, with a change of tone.] That's very nice of you, Harry.
Harry. It's a real beauty. You'll look stunning in it.
Lee Tai. [Showing the dress, speaking in Pidgin English.] Firs class dless. He belong Manchu plincess. Manchus no got money. No got money, no can chow. Manchus sell velly cheap. You takee, Missy.
[Daisy and Lee Tai exchange glances. Daisy is grave and tragic, whereas Lee Tai has an ironical glint in his eyes. Meanwhile the Amah has been bowing before the altar. She goes down on her knees and knocks her head on the ground.
Harry. What in God's Name is amah doing?
Daisy. She's asking Buddha a question.
Harry. What question?
Daisy. [With a shadow of a smile.] How should I know?
Harry. What's the idea?