Harry. That!
[He is aghast. He releases the Amah. He looks at her with horror. Daisy covers her face with her hands. The Amah gives a little snigger.
Amah. Yes, Daisy, my daughter. She no wanchee tell. I think she a little ashamed of her mother.
Harry. My God!
Amah. I velly pletty girl long time ago. Daisy's father, he call me his little lotus flower, he call me his little peach-blossom. By and by I no velly pletty girl any more and Daisy's father he call me you old witch. Witch, that's what he call me. Witch. He call me, you old hag. You velly bad man, I say to him. You no Christian. You go to hell, he say. All right, I say, you baptize me.
[Harry turns away, with dismay, and repulsion. The Amah takes her pipe and lights it.