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HAMILTON
Mrs. Reynolds.
[l. of table and above it.] Oh, yes, I love wine! [He gives it to her laughing. She drinks.] Oh, I don't think I should have had it—I've had nothing to eat.
Hamilton.
In that case, I believe it goes straight to the head.
[They laugh.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Putting down glass.] Aren't you going to have one?
Hamilton.
Yes, I'm going to have one. Here's wishing that joy may come back into your life.
[Drinks the glass he had already filled when the knock came.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Watches him and comes down a little in front of table.] Do you know what it is to be lonely?
Hamilton.
[At r. corner of table.] I do. I've been very lonely sometimes.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Going to him.] I believe you're lonely now.
Hamilton.
I believe I am.
Mrs. Reynolds.
Two lonely people, alone! Have you nobody here to talk to?
