George. You must know some people. It means you'll have to hobnob with Eurasian clerks and their wives. I'm afraid you'll find it pretty rotten.
Harry. If you'll stick to me I don't care.
George. I suppose you've absolutely made up your mind?
Harry. Absolutely.
George. In that case I've got nothing more to say. You can't expect me not to be a little disappointed, but after all the chief thing is your happiness, and whatever I can do I will. You can put your shirt on that.
Harry. You're a brick, George.
George. The little lady ought to be here, oughtn't she?
Harry. I think I hear her on the stairs.
[He goes to the entrance and then out. Wu brings in the tea and sets it on the table. George walks over to the parapet and looks thoughtfully before him. There is a sound of voices in the adjoining room.
Harry. [Outside.] Come in; he's on the verandah.