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. It’s absolutely safe.

STEVEN.  I could get it back? Some, anyway, of what I’ve lost?

COAST. Sure!—­

STEVEN.  But I gave Georgiana my word.

COAST. Of course she got that promise out of you because she thought you’d lose again.

STEVEN.  Yes, but my word is my word.

COAST. Do you suppose she’d mind, if you won, won back Louise’s money, won back the girl’s happiness?

STEVEN.  Suppose I tell her what you can do and ask her to let me off this once?

COAST. No, women don’t understand business.  She wouldn’t realize I can know I’d win, any more than you feel sure and lose.

STEVEN.  Yes, it would do no good to ask her.

COAST. Too bad, because I’d guarantee you wouldn’t lose, not this deal. 
Of course I wouldn’t be responsible for any future transaction.

STEVEN.  But I’d be satisfied with this one, if I got back my losses.

COAST. I don’t say you’d get back all, in one deal, but a good start which might turn your luck.

STEVEN.  It’s always like that; I’ve known such cases over and over again.  But I’ve never yet broken my word to Georgiana,—­somehow or other I feel as if I did that once I wouldn’t have any hold over myself.

COAST. I don’t suppose you could get at her securities anyway this afternoon?

STEVEN.  Oh, yes, I could.  We have our deposit box together.

COAST. Don’t you think she’d forgive you when it means such a lot to Louise and her mother?

STEVEN.  Why shouldn’t she?

COAST. Why don’t you risk it?  That promise was just to keep you from losing, and this time I’ll see you don’t lose—­so why not?

STEVEN.  By George, I will!  Georgiana really can’t blame me when there’s so much at stake.

COAST. Can you get the stuff to-day?

STEVEN. [Looks at his watch.] Yes, if I hurry.

COAST. All right, go ahead.  I’ll come to your office to-morrow at nine.  Listen—­I ain’t supposed, of course, to have anything to do with this—­and when you get it, don’t go giving my tip to other chumps.

STEVEN.  Oh, no.

COAST. What you do is on your own responsibility?

STEVEN.  Exactly, only you guarantee?

COAST. That you don’t lose this time. [Looking at his watch.] You’d better hurry.