HAMILTON
95
Mrs. Reynolds.
It's wonderful to be with some one who is kind to me.
[Passing the glass into her left hand and giving to him; he takes it in his right hand.
Hamilton.
Are you feeling better?
[Bending over her.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Subtly getting her fingers into his right hand; he takes the glass in his left.] Yes, yes. Let me stay—just a moment. [She holds his hand very unconsciously and rests a moment with eyes closed.] Now I'll go.
Hamilton.
[Bending low over her, recovers himself with an effort.] I'll call my old negro servant. He shall take you home.
[Puts glass on c. table.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Rising quickly, and gathering cloak around her.] Oh, no, no! What would he think? No, I'll go, thank you.
Hamilton.
But I can't let you [Mrs. Reynolds slightly reels.] I'll see you to your door.
[Takes his hat and cloak from corner of bookcase up c. at back; puts cloak on.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[With a triumphant gleam in her eyes.] Will
