Schuyler.
Come, come, Angelica. You mustn't talk like that.
Betsy.
[Coming to Schuyler.] Don't, father. I'd much rather go alone. I can't bear to see or speak to anybody, I'm so ashamed—I can't even face you.
Angelica.
[Stopping her c.] Betsy, take off that hat and stand by him. Are you going to leave that man?
Betsy.
Yes.
Angelica.
Good. He doesn't need you. He never needed you less. If you can't appreciate his courage and bravery, you are no fit mate for him. God knows there are few enough men who are willing to sacrifice everything for the truth. If you're going, go. Go and join those men in there who are all waiting to take a peck at him.
Schuyler.
Angelica!
Angelica.
I know. Alexander's done a wicked, disgraceful thing. That's what makes the difference between a human being and a white-washed saint. I'm a human being myself, and I'm going to wait here for Alexander.
Schuyler.
Well?
