Angelica.
He has very good brains for an Englishman. [Moves in front of sofa, removing shawl.] Besides he's easier to manage that way.
Betsy.
He's very nice and he's very rich, but he isn't Alexander.
Angelica.
Well, as I prefer having a husband to myself, it's just as well he isn't. [They both laugh. Angelica sits end of sofa. Betsy resumes her work.] Betsy, it's sheer nonsense, your going on doing all the work in this house as you do.
Betsy.
I like it.
Angelica.
You don't like it, and you know it. A daughter of General Schuyler doing this kind of work—it isn't right.
Betsy.
Well, you know Alexander's salary, don't you? Three thousand dollars a year.
Angelica.
Why don't you let father make you a decent allowance?
Betsy.
Alexander would rather die than take a penny from any one.
Angelica.
Then why don't you make him give up working
