GRAVES. Where's Sam?
BURTON. He went out, sir—-
GRAVES. Went out?
BURTON. Y-yes, sir. About a quarter of an hour ago.
GRAVES. Where to?
BURTON. He didn't say, sir.
(GRAVES TURNS AWAY HELPLESSLY. BURTON LISTENS AND THEN EXITS C. GRAVES WALKS UP AND DOWN, WRINGING HIS HANDS)
MEAD. Anything wrong?
GRAVES (LAMELY) No, no. Don't mind me. Marlin's
proposition's all right—-