I remind myself that he does have reason to be concerned, given that he is a fairly important man. Even if I haven’t been caught with what I’ve stolen in several years (just to make sure I don’t get rusty), the mere fact that I was arrested in London repeatedly for theft is probably an issue of concern for him. “Evelina, make up a room for Mr. Hamilton here, he’ll be staying the night.” “Yes sir.” I curtsy and slip out of the door.
As I am finishing tidying the room for Mr. Hamilton, Lucile and a kitchen hand I don’t know the name of bustle in with a large trunk. “You can place Mr. Hamilton’s things here.” Lucile bosses the kitchen hand. “Evelina! Did you hear? They say Mr. Hamilton worked on the Constitution. I’ve been hearing more about it all day.” I had worked that out for myself already, but to placate I say, “What have you heard Lucile?’
“I heard that he and the rest of the Constitutional Congress are promising us a bill of rights, but that people aren’t taking their word for it.” I nodded. That fit in with what Hamilton and Master Jefferson were saying when I was in his quarters. “Anything else?” I