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HAMILTON
Schuyler.
The thing's done. He's got to face the music.
Angelica.
He'll face it.
Schuyler.
How does Betsy seem now?
Angelica.
She's so deadly calm. I wish she'd cry or rave—be more human.
Schuyler.
She's determined to go?
Angelica.
Yes, I can do nothing with her.
Schuyler.
[Looking at paper.] It's a bad business—a bad business.
[Putting paper behind him quickly.
Angelica.
[r. c.] You needn't hide that paper. I'm not ashamed of it.
Schuyler.
[Surprised.] You're not?
Angelica.
[Coming to him.] Oh, father, isn't he wonderful?
Schuyler.
Who?
Angelica.
Alexander.
