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.

Sylvia. Don't shout, Harold.