Harry. [Breezily.] Hulloa, Harold, you seem to be taking it easy.
Knox. There was nothing to do in the office and I thought I'd get in my beauty sleep while I had the chance.
Harry. I thought you had your beauty sleep before midnight.
Knox. I'm taking time by the forelock so as to be on the safe side.
Harry. Are you going on the loose again to-night?
Knox. Again, Henry?
Harry. You were blind last night.
Knox. [With great satisfaction.] Paralytic.... Hulloa, who's this? [He catches sight of the Amah who has just entered. She is a little, thin, wrinkled, elderly Chinawoman in a long smock and trousers. She has gold pins in her sleek black hair. When she sees she has been noticed she smiles obsequiously.] Well, fair charmer, what can we do for you?
Harry. What does she want, Wu?
Knox. Is this the face that launched a thousand ships?