[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. DICK. _I_ don't care mentioning it, thank you. [MRS. CARLEY _and_ GEORGIANA _come in Right and meet_ DICK. MRS. CARLEY. We're so sorry to say good-by, Dick--will you have some tea? DICK. No, thanks. COAST. Hello, Auntie. [MRS. CARLEY _goes to the sofa and sits with her crocheting._ GEORGIANA. Dick! [_Shaking his hand--a second long. They look into each other's eyes._ MRS. CARLEY. Isn't he fine in his uniform? DICK. [_Embarrassed._] I hadn't time to change before we start. MRS. CARLEY. Louise asks me to give her farewells; she's got a bad headache and is being shampooed--she's _too_ disappointed not to see you. DICK. I'm sorry she's in her usual health. MRS. CARLEY. Got it from her father; we didn't expect him to live a year when I married him, but he surprised us all--and I tell Louise she'll outlive me yet. How are you, Sammy? [_Drops her worsted;_ COAST _picks it up and gives it to her._ 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 _décolleté_ 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._