COAST. All right, only I need a shave.

[He sits Left.

MRS. CARLEY.  Well, you shouldn’t talk about it!  You need a lot of coaching.

GEORGIANA. [Aside to DICK.] Stay; I want to speak to you alone.

DICK.  All right, old girl, I think I know why.

MRS. CARLEY.  Why don’t you all sit down?

GEORGIANA.  He hasn’t much time.

DICK.  I haven’t long to stay.  I must be at the armory by a quarter to four.

GEORGIANA.  You march by here at four, don’t you, on your way to the 42d
St. Station?

DICK.  Yes, rather a bore; but the Governor insists, and Roosevelt comes on to receive us at 59th St.

GEORGIANA.  We oughtn’t to keep Dick, then, mother; we ought to say good-by at once.

[They all rise.

MRS. CARLEY.  Very well, speed the parting guest!  Good-by, Dick, we’ll watch the papers to see what brave things you do, and don’t fall in love with any of the decollete young nigger ladies we read about.

DICK.  Good-by, Mrs. Carley. [They wait for GEORGIANA to say good-by.  A pause.] Good-by, Coast!

[Crosses to COAST, who rises and shakes hands with DICK.

COAST. Good-by!  Good luck—­

GEORGIANA. [Pointedly.] Good-by, Sam.

COAST. Oh, I’m not going.

[A pause.

DICK. [To GEORGIANA.] Good-by.

GEORGIANA.  Good-by! [Shakes his hand and adds under her breath to him.] Don’t go.  Don’t go.

[A pause; all wait.

MRS. CARLEY.  He isn’t in a hurry, after all, Georgiana; let’s all sit down again.

[They all sit.

GEORGIANA. [Laughing, embarrassed.] Of course I don’t want to urge you off, Dick.

DICK. [Rising.] No, but really, after all, I think I must go.

[All rise again.

GEORGIANA.  No!  Mother, I want to speak with Dick alone, before he goes; you won’t mind leaving us, will you, you and Sam?

[Sam rises.

MRS. CARLEY. [Unwilling.] Oh, no—­Come along, Sam.  We’ll be on the balcony when you pass, Dick; be sure to look up.  Good-by.

[Going.

DICK. [Shaking her hand.] I’ll look up.

COAST. [At the door Right.] I’ll go up and see the kids.

[COAST looks at Dick and goes out very slowly with MRS. CARLEY.

GEORGIANA.  I couldn’t say good-by to you like that—­I couldn’t share my good-by with mother; you understand that, don’t you, Dick.

DICK.  Yes, old girl, though if I had my way I wouldn’t say good-by to you at all—­I hate good-bys to people I care about.

GEORGIANA.  Sit down just a few minutes.

[They sit down by the table.

DICK. [Sees the tie in her hands.] Busy making reins for Toots?  What an ugly color!