Harry. It's cruel. His wife may be a charming and cultivated woman.
Knox. Have you ever known a half-caste that was?
Knox. Well, I've been in this country for seven years and I've never met one, male or female, that didn't give me the shivers.
Harry. I've no patience with you. You're a perfect damned fool.
Knox. [A little surprised, but quite good-humoured.] You're getting rather excited, aren't you?
Harry. [Hotly.] I hate injustice.
George. Do you think it really is injustice? The English are not an unkindly race. If they've got a down on half-castes there are probably very good grounds for it.
Harry. What are they?
Knox. We don't much like their morals, but we can't stick their manners.