Tell me, what do you think about it?
Is she in love with Hamilton ?" His appeal was hard to resist, but I answered evasively in the spirit if not the letter of a lie: "Thus much I know.

My cousin has seen very little of Hamilton--so little that it appears almost impossible for one of her sound judgment and cool blood to have fallen in love with him.

I can swear that she has not, nor ever has had, a thought of marrying him.
She had better kill herself." "Ah, that's all true enough," he answered.

"And now that he is in disgrace, with a noose awaiting him on Tyburn, it is of course impossible for her to marry him.

But you see, my dear fellow, she may love him.
Nelly Gwynn says she does." "Yes," I replied.