Another Lady: Isn't that dark girl clever? What's her name?
A Gentleman (consulting his programme:) Eleanor Crowne.
Another Gentleman: There's a terrible draught, isn't there? I shall have a stiff neck.
His Wife: You should keep your scarf on.
The Gentleman: It looks so odd.
Another Lady: The President looks very happy this evening, doesn't he?
Another: No wonder, is it? He must be a proud man.
A young man, dressed in black, passes among the people, glancing furtively into LINCOLN'S box, and disappears. It is JOHN WILKES BOOTH.
A Lady (greeting another): Ah, Mrs. Bennington. When do you expect your husband back?
They drift away. SUSAN, carrying cloaks and wraps, comes in. She goes to the box, and speaks to MRS. LINCOLN. Then she comes away, and sits down apart from the crowd to wait.