work. [Giles turns.] Because you and your gang know that Alexander has the confidence of the people and that he means to make the government assume the states' debts, you are forever trying to trip him up—shouting corruption in the Treasury, dishonesty in the Treasury, and God knows what. [Moving toward l. and turning again.] I don't say who's the author of the accusations. I don't say it's Tom Jefferson or Senator Monroe, but I know where to put my hand on the man who does the dirty work. [Giles crosses angrily toward him.] Yes, you're a fighter, but you know only one knockout blow, and that's the one below the belt. You needn't glare at me. I wouldn't soil my hands with you, but this is one of the times when I wish I had gout anywhere but in my foot.
Reynolds.
[Who has been listening and enjoying the row, says meditatively.] Shake the people's faith in him.
Giles.
[Turning to him.] What d'you say?
Reynolds.
[Smiling.] Shake the people's faith in him.
Giles.
You've been listening, eh?
