George. Somehow or other they seem to inherit all the bad qualities of the two races from which they spring and none of the good ones. I'm sure there are exceptions, but on the whole the Eurasian is vulgar and noisy. He can't tell the truth if he tries.
Knox. To do him justice, he seldom tries.
George. He's as vain as a peacock. He'll cringe when he's afraid of you and he'll bully when he's not. You can never rely on him. He's crooked from the crown of his German hat to the toes of his American boots.
Knox. Straight from the shoulder. Take the count, old man.
Harry. [Frigidly.] Oughtn't you to be going?
Knox. [Smiling.] No, but I will.
Harry. I'm sorry if I was rude to you just now, old man.
Knox. Silly ass, you've broken no bones; my self-esteem, thank God, is unimpaired. [He goes out.
Harry. I say, I'm awfully glad you're back, George. You can't think how I miss you when you're away.
George. As soon as the shooting starts we'll try and get two or three days together in the country.