Harry. This rope's been cut.
Amah. Perhaps he have knife. Why you no look see before you tie him.
Harry. [Looking at her sternly.] How do you think he could get at a knife with his hands tied behind his back?
Amah. I no sabe. Maybe he have friend.
Harry. Didn't you hear anything, Daisy?
Daisy. No. I wasn't thinking about him. Oh, Harry, George isn't going to die, is he?
Harry. I hope not. I don't know what sort of a wound he's got. [The Amah, thinking attention is withdrawn from her, is slipping away.] No, you don't. You stop here.
Amah. What thing you wantchee?
Harry. You let that man go.
Amah. You velly silly man. What for I want let him go?