Coast. That's right!
[Coast goes out on the balcony and whistles "Congo." Dick walks away and turns his back. Dick goes to the mantel and takes up a picture of Georgiana, looks at it, takes
it out of the frame, and seeing that Coast isn't observing, puts it in his breast pocket. He turns round with a pathetic sort of half-laughing exclamation to Coast.
Dick. I say, Coast. [Coast comes in from the balcony.] I've been in love with Georgiana for years.
Coast. That don't surprise me!
[Coast sits on the piano bench.
Dick. I never realized it until the other day, when I found I was going to leave her, and—perhaps—not coming back, and then I found boy friendship had sort of grown up into a man's love—I almost told her—[Pause.] I wonder if I'd found it out sooner—before you came along—
Coast. No use shutting the stable door after the horse is swiped!
Dick. I shan't be able to say exactly what I wanted to to Georgiana—but that's—your luck—I
guess the quicker I can say good-by and get out, the better for me—