DAISY. George. [_She opens her mouth to shriek._]
AMAH. I do nothing. Buddha, he makee mistake.
AMAH. How do I know, Daisy? I no can tell George coming here to-night. [_The words come gurgling out, for_ DAISY _has sprung upon her and seized her by the throat_.] Oh, let me go.
[HARRY _comes in. He is astounded at what he sees_.
HARRY. Daisy, Daisy. What in God's name are you doing?
[_Restrained by his voice_, DAISY _releases her hold of the_ AMAH, _but violently, pushing her so that she falls to the ground. She lies there, putting her hand to her throat_. DAISY _turns to_ HARRY.
HARRY. [_Going up to the sofa and putting his hand on George's heart._] Confound it, I know it's George.
HARRY. No, he's only had a bang on the head. He's stunned. I've sent for the doctor. Luckily he was dining at the Carmichaels' and I sent George's rickshaw to bring him along as quick as he could come.
HARRY. He won't have gone. They were going to play poker. By God, what's this? [_He takes away his hand and sees blood upon it._] He's been wounded. He's bleeding.
[DAISY _goes up to the body and kneeling down, feels the pulse_.
HARRY. Yes, his heart's beating all right. I wish the doctor would make haste. I don't know what one ought to do.
DAISY. How do you know he's at the Carmichaels'?
HARRY. George told me yesterday he was going to be there. George said he did not want to play poker and he'd come along here after dinner.
DAISY. [_Springing to her feet._] Did you know George was coming?
HARRY. Of course I did. When I heard someone shouting in English the first thing I thought of was George.
[DAISY _bursts into a scream of hysterical laughter. The_ AMAH _suddenly looks up and becomes attentive_.
AMAH. [_Sliding to her feet and going up to Daisy, trying to stop her._] Maskee. She only laughy laughy. You no trouble.
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_.
HARRY. [_With a chuckle that is half a sob._] Don't be a fool. Oh, George, you have given me a nasty turn.
GEORGE. There's something the matter with the water.