Hamilton.
[Protesting.] Tallyrand!
Tallyrand.
A little spree will do you good.
Hamilton.
[Crossing to table c. and picks up Betsy's letter.] No, I think not. I think I'll stay at home.
Tallyrand.
Oh, yes, I know—Mrs. Hamilton is charming—Je l'adore, but she is away—she is away so long.
Hamilton.
[Coming to Tallyrand and pulling himself together.] No, no, no.
Tallyrand.
I cannot tempt you?
Hamilton.
I'm afraid you might. That's why I say goodbye. [Takes hand.] Sail home as fast as a fair wind will carry you. Your genius is universal, but your morals are indigenous to Paris. Godspeed!
Tallyrand.
[Turning at room door. Hamilton is on his left.] Au 'voir, dear friend. When I am in France and I think of America one big figure will come before my eyes—Alexander Hamilton! The
