There is a paradox for you, Betty.

I'm better and I'm worse.

Do you know what a paradox is"?
"I'm not sure, Master Hamilton.

Perhaps Lord Monmouth is one," answered Betty, laughing, and coming so close to the truth that Hamilton concluded she knew the word.

"He has been coming here of late, and has been trying to make love to me." "And succeeding, Betty ?" asked George.
"Ah, no.