Harry. [Dryly.] It's very convenient that you should always be within earshot when you're wanted, amah.
Amah. I velly good amah. Velly Christian woman.
[Daisy slips off the Manchu clothes and is helped by the Amah into the tea-gown. She wraps it round her. She is once more a white woman.
Daisy. [Pointing to the Manchu dress.] Take those things away. [To Harry.] Would you like to have a game of chess?
Harry. Very much. I'll get the men.
[Daisy goes to the gramophone and turns on a Chinese tune. It is strange and exotic. Its monotony exacerbates the nerves. Harry gets the chessboard and sets up the pieces. They sit down opposite one another. The Amah has disappeared with the discarded dress.
Harry. Will you take white?
Daisy. If you like. [She moves a piece.]
Harry. I hate your queen opening. It always flummoxes me. I don't know where you learned to play so well. I never have a chance against you.
Daisy. I was taught by a Chinaman. It's a game they take to naturally.