Lincoln
Not a bit! If we stay here—it'll be all right. We can skimp a little. If we don't stay—the old sign still swings on the door in Springfield—Billy Herndon's waiting for me and the law business will be better than ever. Go back now, and don't worry! It's my business to do all the worrying——
[Lincoln closes the door after she goes, and comes down toward the desk, lifts his haggard eyes in a dazed way and looks about the room. Anxiety and suffering again mark his rugged face. He sees Vaughan, and at once throws off the spell of his troubles, advances to meet him and takes his hand.]
I'm glad to see you, my boy—Will you pull up a chair?
[Lincoln drops wearily into his chair and his voice has a far-away dreamy expression in its tones while he studies Vaughan carefully.]
And what can I do for you?
Vaughan
My name is Vaughan—the elder son of Dr. Richard Vaughan of Palmyra, Missouri——
Lincoln
[Thoughtfully.]