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Rh ''Philadelphia Evening Sun! Confession of Alexander Hamilton!" ' goes and slams down window. Returns to centre and looks at newspaper. Enter ' down on right. She has evidently been crying. She goes up to her father and kisses him sympathetically. He instantly puts paper behind back.''

Where's Betsy?

[ of him.] Still in her room.

I wish Alexander would come.

He's still locked in his study.

He's been writing out since early morning. Can't you get him out?

I've tried. I told him there were people waiting to see him. He called out, "Let them wait."

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.

He won't run away.