Coast. Oh, Lord, that's worse! I guess I won't stop at Denver,—I'll go away out to the mine for a while and join father.—Good-by.
Georgiana. Good-by.
[Rises.
Coast. I swore off a lot of things when I thought I was going to get you, Georgiana!
Georgiana. [Without any feeling.] I'm glad!
Coast. But I don't want to put on any bluff. I've sworn 'em all on again.
[Going Left.
Georgiana. [Same voice, without feeling.] I'm sorry.
Coast. [Turning quickly and with an absurd ray of hope.] Are you really?
Georgiana. [Looking at him a second.] No, Sam, I suppose, if I tell the truth, I don't really care. You see, somehow or other, I don't care very much about anything.