Harry. Has it struck you that the distance from the verandah to the street is very considerable?
Knox. And the pavement is hard. I flatter myself I can take a hint. I wonder where the devil my pin is. I left it on the table.
Harry. I expect Wu put it away.
Knox. It's much more likely that old woman pinched it.
Harry. Oh, nonsense. She wouldn't dream of such a thing. I believe Mrs. Rathbone's had her for ages.
Knox. Who is Mrs. Rathbone?
Harry. [Not wishing to be questioned.] A friend of mine.
[George Conway comes in. He is a tall, dark man in the early thirties. He is a handsome, well-built fellow, of a somewhat rugged appearance, but urbane and self-assured.
George. May I come in?
Harry. [Eagerly, shaking him warmly by the hand.] At last. By Jove, it's good to see you again. You know Knox, don't you?