Amah. He no lie velly long. By and by night watchman come here, and he say white man in the street—him dead. I think his throat cut.
Daisy. Oh, how horrible! Harry, Harry!
[She buries her face in her hands.
Amah. I light joss-stick. Make everything come all right.
[She goes over to the household image and lights a joss-stick in front of it. She bows before it and going on her knees knocks her head on the ground.
Daisy. How long is it going on? How long have I got to wait? Oh, what have I done? The silence is awful. [There is a silence. Suddenly Daisy breaks out into a shriek.] No, no, no! I won't have it. I can't bear it. Oh, God help me! [In the distance of the next courtyard is heard the chanting of the monks at the evening service. The Amah, having finished her devotions, stands at the doorway looking out steadily. Daisy stares straight in front of her. Suddenly there is a loud booming of a gong. Daisy starts up.] What's that?
Amah. Be quiet, Daisy. Be careful.
[The door of the courtyard is flung open. Harry comes in, through the courtyard, into the room, pushing before him a coolie whom he holds by the wrists and by the scruff of the neck.
Daisy. Harry!
Harry. I've got one of the blighters. [Shouting.] Here, bring me a rope.