do it. But I'd given my word, you see,—and then you were away, and I'd never seen you. [Coming closer to look at her.] You're pretty, too, aren't you, only in a different way from me, and older. Don't you hate to think of growing old?
Betsy.
Mrs. Reynolds, have you no sense of right and wrong?
Mrs. Reynolds.
Oh, yes, I know—I know when I'm doing wrong—but you see I have nobody to keep me straight.
Betsy.
Do you realize that you have broken this home and ruined a man's life? Isn't the thought of that enough to keep you straight?
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Turning and coming back.] Oh, you're not going to leave him! You can't do that. That's why I came, because I thought you might be cross with him.
Betsy.
Have you no decency? Your name flaming in the newspaper—your shame on the lips of every man and woman in the city!
Mrs. Reynolds.
Well, yes, of course it is bad in a sense, but then it's different for me to what it is for you, because it does give me a sort of a position. You see I've never had any position before, and now my name being in the paper coupled with Alexander Hamilton
