Louise. I don't care, this is different. Sam!
[Nodding good-by.
Coast. Do you mind my joining you to see the procession go by at five?
Louise. No!
[She goes out Right.
Steven. What procession?
Coast. Coleman's regiment.
[He puts his feet upon small gilt chair beside the table.
Steven. Oh, yes! Well—I've made a pretty big mess of things. I'm not fit to live, that's what's the trouble with me.
Coast. Oh, you must take everything in the day's work; but it's a pity she made you give her that promise.