NOCTAH.
Umph!
[Smokes pipe: a silence.
LINCOLN
(after a moment or so, looking up).
Anything I can do for you, Noctah?
NOCTAH.
No. Noctah want nothing.
[Another short silence. Noctah smokes. Lincoln studies. Then Noctah moves towards door.
LINCOLN
(looking up).
Going, Noctah? You know you're welcome to stay if you want to. (Noctah continues impassively towards door.) Well, then, good-night.