Harry. Here's a dollar for you, amah. You go back to missy and tell her it's all right and will she come chop-chop. Sabe?
Amah. My sabe. Goo'-bye.
Knox. God bless you, dearie. It's done me good to see your winsome little face.
Harry. [With a smile.] Shut up, Harold.
[The Amah with nods, smiles and bows, goes out.
Knox. Harry, my poor friend, is it possible that you have an assignation?
Harry. What is possible is that if you don't get out quick I'll throw you out.
Knox. Why didn't you say you were expecting a girl?
Harry. I'm not; I'm expecting a lady.
Knox. Are you sure you know how to behave? If you'd like me to stay and see you don't do the wrong thing I'll chuck my tennis. I'm always ready to sacrifice myself for a friend.