[They make two or three moves without a word. Suddenly, breaking across the silence, stridently, there is a shriek outside in the street. Daisy gives a little gasp.
Harry. Hulloa, what's that?
Daisy. Oh, it's nothing. It's only some Chinese quarrelling.
[Two or three shouts are heard and then an agonised cry of "Help, help." Harry springs to his feet.
Harry. By God, that's English.
[He is just going to rush out when Daisy seizes his arm.]
Daisy. What are you going to do? No, no, don't leave me, Harry.
[She clings to him. He pushes her away violently.
Harry. Shut up. Don't be a fool.