HAMILTON
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Mrs. Reynolds.
[Wide-eyed.] Oh-h—are you Alexander Hamilton? I thought he was quite old. Why, you're young, aren't you?
Hamilton.
[Smiling.] Not very young.
Mrs. Reynolds.
Why, you are. You look quite boyish. It's very late, isn't it?
Hamilton.
It is rather late for business hours.
Mrs. Reynolds.
Were you just going to bed?
Hamilton.
I think I was.
Mrs. Reynolds.
Oh, then I ought not to have disturbed you. When I got to your door I thought perhaps it might be too late. That's why I knocked with my knuckles instead of with the knocker.
[Looking at her fingers and half holding them out but withdrawing them when he shows no particular interest.
Hamilton.
Yes, I wondered why you did that.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Smiling sweetly.] Yes, it hurt them too. It was mighty nice of you to let me in.
