Georgiana. Are you as rich as people say?
Coast. Richer!
Georgiana. How did you get it?
Coast. I started my dough with a mine.
Georgiana. Why can't you put Steve into a mine?
Coast. [Laughing.] What's the use? he'll lose everything just as quick in Wall Street.
Georgiana. But I mean a good mine.
Coast. [Coming back to her.] Listen! I worked right in our mine with my father when I was only eight years old! That's why I ain't better educated—I worked for ten years there down in the dirt and muck!
Georgiana. [Interrupting.] And silver!
Coast. [Leaning on the back of the chair.] Yes, and silver. [Laughs.] Father's out there working yet—don't have to now, but he likes it; he ain't comfortable on top of the earth—says there's too much room. If father'd been a man like Mackay,