Meade: Only a few minutes, I should say, sir.
Grant: You said nothing about terms?
Meade: No, sir.
Lincoln: Did a boy Scott come to you?
Meade: Yes, sir. He went into action at once. He was killed, wasn't he, Sone?
Sone: Yes, sir.
Lincoln: Killed? It's a queer world, Grant.
Meade: Is there any proclamation to be made, sir, about the rebels?
Grant: I—
Lincoln: No, no. I'll have nothing of hanging or shooting these men, even the worst of them. Frighten them out of the country, open the gates, let down the bars, scare them off. Shoo!