Hamilton.
[Standing back of table c.] Haven't you had a letter by the last packet?
Schuyler.
No. Why, I've been on the road from Albany the last five days. What's wrong?
Hamilton.
[Taking out letter from his breast pocket.] Nothing wrong. But Betsy writes to say that Angelica isn't able to come as soon as they expected. It will be another month before they are here.
Schuyler.
It's a damned shame the way you've been left with no one to look after you. Go on and eat. Betsy had no sort of business to go off and leave you at all. I say it if she is my own daughter.
Hamilton.
Why, you begged and prayed of her to go.
Schuyler.
Well, she ought to be back.
Hamilton.
She's coming back. Heaven knows, I miss Betsy.
Schuyler.
[Fuming.] President Washington leans on you like a child on its mother, and not a soul in this whole town sees to it that you have any—any
