George. That's better.
Harry. We'd better get you to bed, old man.
George. All right.
Harry. Wu and I will carry you. Wu, come along here.
[The boy approaches. The Amah realizes that for a moment the prisoner is to be left unguarded. There is a table knife on one of the occasional tables with which Daisy has been cutting a book. The Amah's hand closes over it.
George. Oh, no, that's all right. I can walk.
[He gets up from the sofa. Harry gives him an arm. He staggers.
Harry. Wu, you fool. [Daisy springs forward.] No, let me take him, Daisy. You're not strong enough.
George. [Gasping.] Sorry to make such an ass of myself.
[Harry and Wu, holding him one on each side, help him out of the room.