Philadelphia Evening Sun! Confession of Alexander Hamilton!" Schuyler goes and slams down window. Returns to centre and looks at newspaper. Enter Angelica down on right. She has evidently been crying. She goes up to her father and kisses him sympathetically. He instantly puts paper behind back.
Schuyler.
Where's Betsy?
Angelica.
[r. of him.] Still in her room.
Schuyler.
I wish Alexander would come.
Angelica.
He's still locked in his study.
Schuyler.
He's been writing out since early morning. Can't you get him out?
Angelica.
I've tried. I told him there were people waiting to see him. He called out, "Let them wait."
Schuyler.
But this room [pointing to doors up stage] is full of men—Senators, Congressmen, and heaven knows who besides. It's not like him to run away.
Angelica.
He won't run away.
