Grant: Had I failed, the fault would not have been yours, sir. I succeeded because you believed in me.
Lincoln: Where is Lee?
Grant: He's coming here. Meade should arrive directly.
Lincoln: Where will Lee wait?
Grant: There's a room ready for him. Will you receive him, sir?
Lincoln: No, no, Grant. That's your affair. You are to mention no political matters. Be generous. But I needn't say that.
Grant (taking a paper from his pocket): Those are the terms I suggest.
Lincoln (reading): Yes, yes. They do you honour.
He places the paper on the table. An ORDERLY comes in.
Orderly: General Meade is here, sir.