Louise. And I suppose we really ought to be seen there, or lots of people will never believe we were asked.
Coast. Well, I guess this is where I get out. I'll strike one of those musical comedies! I think ragtime will be good enough for me to-night, instead of a neck and arm circus. You won't
want me for escort after all this?
Louise. You can please yourself, Sam.
Coast. Not exactly; I guess this is the day I try sour grapes. [Goes to door Left,—he turns.] When's Coleman coming back, Georgiana?
Georgiana. I don't know.
Coast. Oh! [Goes to Steven at mantel.] Steve—listen—how long are they holding that rotten stock of yours for you?
Steven. [Laughs.] Ha! till to-morrow noon.
Coast. Well, cheer up, I'll send her up ten points for you by eleven. [Slaps him on the back.] See you all later, maybe, if my show's dull.
[And with a side glance at Georgiana he goes out Left.