GEORGIANA. [_Rising._] I don't want your sympathy, Sam.
[_She comes away from the piano and he follows her._
COAST. Well, you've got to get it, anyway! That you can't help, and if you can help loving me, you can't help my loving you! Anyway, I don't want you to have to get out o' this house.
GEORGIANA. That is all settled now; we can't afford to live here, of course.
COAST. Steve's leaving that job; he don't need that money any longer.
[_He looks at her, she looks in his face--a short pause; then--_
GEORGIANA. You don't mean you've given Steve--
COAST. Don't worry, I'm giving away nothing. Steve's got a new job.
COAST. I'm going home--leastways so far's Denver--and Steve's going to look after my interests here.
COAST. [_Interrupting her._] Oh, don't worry--he can't act without my advice--and that's just the kind of a man I want! I don't want none of these here fellers who's got judgment o' their own! Steve's knows he's a fool in business, and he'll obey me implicitly.
GEORGIANA. [_Sitting by the table Left._] And Steve is willing to accept from _you_--
COAST. [_Interrupting._] Oh, I guess he considers I _owe_ him that much anyway.
GEORGIANA. You couldn't repay what you owe Steve.
COAST. That's how _you_ look at it! Then there's Coleman's money.
GEORGIANA. Don't speak about that, please.
COAST. Why not? he's left it to you, everybody knows it, and it must be a good deal.
GEORGIANA. I can't and won't discuss that with you.
COAST. [_Goes to_ GEORGIANA.] I wish you didn't feel so hard against me, Georgy!
GEORGIANA. To tell you the truth, Sam, I don't think I feel anything about you.
COAST. Oh, Lord, that's worse! I guess I won't stop at Denver,--I'll go away out to the mine for a while and join father.--Good-by.
COAST. I swore off a lot of things when I thought I was going to get you, Georgiana!
GEORGIANA. [_Without any feeling._] I'm glad!
COAST. But I don't want to put on any bluff. I've sworn 'em all on again.
GEORGIANA. [_Same voice, without feeling._] I'm sorry.
COAST. [_Turning quickly and with an absurd ray of hope._] Are you _really_?
GEORGIANA. [_Looking at him a second._] No, Sam, I suppose, if I tell the truth, I don't really care. You see, somehow or other, I don't care very much about anything.