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HAMILTON
Betsy.
Yes. Will you and father go away, please?
Angelica.
But why? Why do you want to see her?
Betsy.
I want to see what she looks like. Perhaps there's something of the human being in me, too.
Schuyler.
Come on, Angelica. [Angelica crosses to r. and opens door.] I've got two daughters and your dear mother at home, but I'll be hanged if I understand the first thing about women.
[Exeunt Angelica and Schuyler. Betsy, in front of harpsichord, waits somewhat nervously. Enter Zekiel with Mrs. Reynolds.
Zekiel.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Mrs. Reynolds enters, pretty and demure. She waits for Zekiel to go, looking to see that he's gone before she speaks. Zekiel goes off. Betsy stands looking at Mrs. Reynolds.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[l. c.] You're Mrs. Hamilton, aren't you? Mighty nice of you to see me.
Betsy.
What do you want?
Mrs. Reynolds.
Why—of course, you've seen the newspaper.
