COAST. That's right!

[COAST _goes out on the balcony and whistles "Congo."_ DICK _walks away
and turns his back._ DICK _goes to the mantel and takes up a picture
of_ GEORGIANA, _looks at it, takes it out of the frame, and seeing that_
COAST _isn't observing, puts it in his breast pocket. He turns round
with a pathetic sort of half-laughing exclamation to_ COAST.

DICK. I say, Coast. [COAST _comes in from the balcony._] I've been in
love with Georgiana for years.

COAST. That don't surprise me!

[COAST _sits on the piano bench._

DICK. I never realized it until the other day, when I found I was going
to leave her, and--perhaps--not coming back, and then I found boy
friendship had sort of grown up into a man's love--I almost told
her--[_Pause._] I wonder if I'd found it out sooner--before you came
along--

COAST. No use shutting the stable door _after_ the horse is swiped!

DICK. I shan't be able to say exactly what I wanted to to
Georgiana--but that's--your luck--I guess the quicker I can say good-by
and get out, the better for me--

COAST. Listen--don't say anything to Georgiana about her and me, will
you, unless of course she tells you--we're not talking about it yet.