Georgiana. No, Sam! Love isn't a game with all women, if you lose with one hand, to try another. Do you mean you think because Dick is dead, it would be any more possible for
me to care for you? I don't respect you, Sam, and I don't like you,—and that's putting it very politely,—for many reasons; but one's enough—Steve!
[Coast looks away.
Coast. [After a second's pause.] I've let you go on because I know I deserve all I get; and I've caught on to the fact that you won't ever care about me the way I want. Well, it's funny, it don't seem to make much difference in my feelings for you all the same! [Half laughs.] I ain't exactly ashamed of what I've done, but I'm sort of sorry—for you.
Georgiana. [Rising.] I don't want your sympathy, Sam.
[She comes away from the piano and he follows her.
Coast. Well, you've got to get it, anyway!
That you can't help, and if you can help loving me, you can't help my loving you! Anyway, I don't want you to have to get out o' this house.
Georgiana. That is all settled now; we can't afford to live here, of course.
Coast. Yes, you can.