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Hamilton.
[Smiling.] What do you want?
Mrs. Reynolds.
I hardly like to tell you.
[Moving down a step.
Hamilton.
[A little nonplussed.] What's your name?
Mrs. Reynolds.
Reynolds—my name is.
Hamilton.
Reynolds?
Mrs. Reynolds.
Yes. I'm related to the Livingstons of New York State.
Hamilton.
[Warmly.] Oh!
Mrs. Reynolds.
Yes. I've so often heard of you from the Livingstons.
Hamilton.
[Shaking hands with her.] Yes, the Livingstons are very old friends of mine. Won't you sit down? [Indicates chair r. of c. table; she sits demurely but with a "so far so good" look in her eye. He seats himsself on the end of the sofa facing her.] Well now, what can I do for you?
Mrs. Reynolds.
I want money.
