Sam!
[_Nodding good-by._
COAST. Do you mind my joining you to see the procession go by at five?
LOUISE. No!
[_She goes out Right._
STEVEN. What procession?
COAST. Coleman's regiment.
[_He puts his feet upon small gilt chair beside the table._
STEVEN. Oh, yes! Well--I've made a pretty big mess of things. I'm not
fit to live, that's what's the trouble with me.
COAST. Oh, you must take everything in the day's work; but it's a pity
she made you give her that promise.
STEVEN. Why?
COAST. [_Goes to him._] You all can't live on the income from five
hundred thousand dollars. Now there'll be a _bust_ up sure!
STEVEN. Ss! that's all I need.
[_Sits on the sofa._
COAST. That promise of yours to Georgiana's binding, ain't it?
STEVEN. [_Looks up._] Of course. Why?
COAST. No why.
[_A pause._
STEVEN. You think United Copper will go up again?
COAST. If not, I know something that _will_.
STEVEN. Something you're in yourself?
COAST. Yes.
STEVEN. And you'd put me on?
COAST. Yep. I don't think there's any other way out of this for you all.
STEVEN. Sam!
[_He rises._
COAST.
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