Coast. Has he asked you to be his wife?
Georgiana. I love him all the same!
Coast. And I love you the same way you love him—ain't you a little sorry for me?
Georgiana. Yes—
Coast. That'll do to go on with—
Georgiana. [Laughs hysterically.] Oh—Sam, can't I make you understand?
Coast. No, nor make me give up. I'm coming to see you again to-morrow; when will you be in?
Georgiana. Not at all.
[She moves about the room.
Coast. What time in the afternoon?