Mr. Stone: I know.
The two together (singing quietly):
The stars of heaven are looking kindly down
On the grave of old John Brown....
After a moment MRS. LINCOLN comes in. The men rise.
Mrs. Lincoln: Good-evening, Mr. Stone. Good-evening, Mr. Cuffney.
Mr. Stone and Mr. Cuffney: Good-evening, ma'am.
Mrs. Lincoln: Sit down, if you please.
They all sit.
Mr. Stone: This is a great evening for you, ma'am.
Mrs. Lincoln: It is.