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HAMILTON
Jefferson.
[With a slight look of disapproval at Giles.] Then, Citizen Monroe, we will meet here this evening at nine. [Monroe rises.] We will make a late call on Hamilton, as I wish our visit to be regarded scarcely as one relating to business.
[He goes up to street door l.
Giles.
[Scratching chin.] If we could only make the people believe that Hamilton, the Secretary of the Treasury, ain't playin' fair with the gate-money—why, we'd have the hull country in our pockets.
[Reynolds can be observed listening. Enter Schuyler from parlor l. 2 e., followed by Melissa. At sound of Schuyler's voice, Giles rises and crossing to table r. puts his foot up on a chair and thinks.
Schuyler.
I think I'll be hobbling off, Melissa. My regards to your father.
[Melissa crosses Schuyler to chess-board at fireplace.
Jefferson.
Good-day to you. Citizen Schuyler.
[Returning from street door.
Schuyler.
[At post l. of fireplace.] Howdy do, Mr. Jefferson. Howdy do, Senator Monroe.
Jefferson.
And how's the gout?
