Mrs. Lincoln: When?
Lincoln: In a day or two. Before long.
Mrs. Lincoln: Abraham, I've got a better temper than anybody will ever guess.
Lincoln: You have, my dear. And you need it, I confess.
SUSAN comes in.
Susan: The gentlemen have come.
Mrs. Lincoln: I'll come to them.
Susan: Does the master want a handkerchief, ma'am? He didn't take one this morning.
Lincoln: It's no matter now, Susan.
Susan: If you please, I've brought you one, sir.