Daisy. I'm just ready.
Harry. I'm holding my breath. [Daisy comes in. She is in full Manchu dress. She is strangely changed. There is nothing European about her any more. She is mysterious and enigmatical.] Daisy! [She gives him a little smile but does not answer. She stands quite still for him to look at her.] By George, how Chinese you look!
Daisy. Don't you like it?
Harry. I don't know. You've just knocked me off my feet. Like it? You're wonderful. In my wildest dreams I never saw you like that. You've brought all the East into the room with you. My head reels as though I were drunk.
Daisy. It's strange that I feel as if these things were made for me. They make me feel so different.
Harry. I thought that no one in the world was more normal than I. I'm ashamed of myself. You're almost a stranger to me and by God, I feel as though the marrow of my bones were melting. I hear the East a-calling. I have such a pain in my heart. Oh, my pretty, my precious, I love you.
[He falls down on his knees before her and clasps both his arms round her.
Daisy. [In a low voice, hardly her own.] Why, Harry, what are you talking about?
[She caresses his hair with her long, delicate Chinese hand.
Harry. I'm such a fool. My heart is full of wonderful thoughts and I can only say that—that I worship the very ground you walk on.