_] 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._
MRS. CARLEY. [_Rises._] I only wish to heaven Sam Coast wanted to marry
_me_!
LOUISE. Mother! Come, let's finish dressing.
MRS. CARLEY. I don't know whether to go to the ball or stay home and
have a good cry.
GEORGIANA. Do whichever gives you the most pleasure, mother.
[LIZZIE _enters Right and stands behind the dressing table._
MRS. CARLEY. What? [_Looking at herself in the glass._] It's all very
well for them to give us women a new front, I wish they'd give us new
backs too.
[_She goes out Right._
LIZZIE. You must start dressing, miss--Miss Shindle will be back.
GEORGIANA. [_Absent-mindedly._] Yes, yes, Lizzie.
[LIZZIE _goes out._]
Louise, I'm so glad you will stand by Steve; and try and be glad a
little for me.
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