Georgiana. [Sitting on the sofa.] No, Sam, I don't feel like it!
[She cannot keep her tears back.
Coast. [Going to her.] Georgy, don't—don't—I love you.
Georgiana. No! I don't want you to.
Coast. It don't make any difference if you want me to or not; I do, got to, it's so strong in me—won't you have me?
Georgiana. No! Won't you leave me alone a little?
Coast. No, I can't. Listen; I know I'm not
refined enough for you—but I can get over that in time. Sure! I can get over everything for you, if you'll only love me.
Georgiana. No! now go away from me.
[He kneels beside her a little awkwardly, trying to make her look at him.