Knox. That's what Harry told me. I met a fellow the other day who lives in Singapore who told me he'd never heard of Rathbone.
George. [Chaffing him.] Perhaps he didn't move in the exalted circles that a friend of yours would naturally move in.
Knox. I suppose there was a Mr. Rathbone?
[There is a distant sound in the street of Chinese instruments being played.
George. Hulloa, there's the procession coming along.
Knox. What procession?
George. It's a Manchu wedding. The amah was talking about it this morning.
Knox. I must call Sylvia. She'd love to see it. Sylvia.
[Daisy and Sylvia come out of the house just as he calls.