Susan: I'm sorry, Mr. Custis. That was wrong.
Custis: Yes. Wrong.
Susan: Are all nig—I mean are all black gentlemen like you?
Custis: No. I have advantages. They not many have advantages.
Susan: No, I suppose not. Here's Mr. Lincoln coming.
LINCOLN, coated after his heart's desire, comes to the door. CUSTIS rises. This is the gentleman you said, sir.
She goes out with the tray.
Lincoln: Mr. Custis, I'm very glad to see you. He offers his hand. CUSTIS takes it, and is about to kiss it. LINCOLN stops him gently. (Sitting): Sit down, will you? Custis (still standing, keeping his hat in his hand): It very kind of Mista Lincoln ask me to come to see him.
Lincoln: I was afraid you might refuse.
Custis: A little shy? Yes. But so much to ask Glad to come.