Harry. I say, Daisy, I wish you'd put on the dress. I'd love to see how you look in it.
Daisy. [With a smile.] Shall I?
Harry. Amah will help you. It'll suit you right down to the ground.
Daisy. Wait a minute. Bring the dress along, amah.
Amah. All right.
[Daisy goes out, followed by the Amah with the Manchu dress. Harry goes to his desk and opens the drawer. He examines the lock and looks at the keyhole.
Harry. [To himself.] I wonder if that old devil's got a key.
[He shuts the drawer, but does not lock it. He strolls back to the middle of the room.
Daisy. [In the adjoining room.] Are you getting impatient?
Harry. Not a bit.