Amah. My Missy have pay my letter.
Harry. [With sudden eager interest.] Are you Mrs. Rathbone's amah? Have you got a letter for me?
Amah. My belong Missy Rathbone amah.
Harry. Well, hurry up, don't be all night about it. Lend me a dollar, Harold. I want to give it to the old girl.
[The Amah takes a note out of her sleeve and gives it to Harry. He opens it and reads.
Knox. I haven't got a dollar. Give her a chit or ask Wu. He's the only man I know who's got any money.
Harry. Let me have a dollar, Wu. Chop-chop.
Wu. My go catchee.
[He goes out. The Amah is standing near the table. While Knox and Harry go on talking she notices Knox's pin. She smiles and smiles and makes little bows to the two men, but at the same time her hand cautiously reaches out for the pin and closes on it. Then she secretes it in her sleeve.
Harry. I thought you were going to play tennis this afternoon.