Monroe.
[A step toward him angrily.] What do you mean by that, General Schuyler?
Schuyler.
[Responding with anger.] You know what I mean.
Jefferson.
[Between them and laughing.] Come, come, do not let us quarrel. We're coming in to have a little chat with Citizen Hamilton concerning the location of the Capital. [Schuyler looks interested.] Citizen Schuyler, I bid you good-day, sir. Good-day to you, Citizen Giles.
Monroe.
Good-day.
Giles.
Good-day. [Exit Jefferson and Monroe to l. through street door.] Give my love to Alexander.
Schuyler.
[Looks after Jefferson and Monroe and then at Giles.] You're cooking something for him between you, and you're the chief stoker.
Giles.
I'm a fighter, if that's what you mean.
Schuyler.
Yes, you're a fighter, but a damned poor sportsman. When your party wants to circulate any damnable insinuations about Alexander Hamilton, they go to Giles of Virginia and he does the dirty
