[Daisy bursts into a scream of hysterical laughter. The Amah suddenly looks up and becomes attentive.
Harry. Daisy, what's the matter?
Amah. [Sliding to her feet and going up to Daisy, trying to stop her.] Maskee. She only laughy laughy. You no trouble.
Harry. Get some water or something.
Amah. [Frightened.] Now, my pletty, my pletty.
Daisy. [Recovering herself, violently.] Let me be.
Harry. By George, I believe he's coming to. Bring the water here.
[Daisy takes the glass and leaning over the sofa, moistens George's lips. He slowly opens his eyes.
George. Funny stuff. What is it?