[Sitting]: Thanks.
[Mack—resentful, unobserved, uncertain of getting the coat honestly—is sorely tempted. One pull, one step, and he is safe from work and denial. During the following, standing almost in the doorway, he is drawing the garment toward him.]
Daniel
[To Goodkind]: I'm glad you dropped in tonight, because I've been intending to call on you, but there's so much to do here—[The coat comes off the rack, and with it, the umbrella, which falls with a crash. Both men rise, discovering Mack, coat in hand.] Hello! I thought you'd gone.
Mack
No; I—I—wanted——
Daniel
You wanted my coat.
Mack
[Advancing with a glad smile of pretended relief that Daniel has found the simple explanation]: Yes ... that's what I wanted to ask you.