You don't understand——! You don't understand——!
Lincoln
Understand—what——?
Vaughan
[Impetuously.]
When I lay in the hospital suffering from my wounds, I received the letter telling me of my father's imprisonment. I must have gone mad—for when you refused to-night to give him a trial—I started to—kill—you—— Oh, my God!
[Breaks down.]
Lincoln
To kill me——! You are the second man to try it. He'll get me the next time—I who envy the dead their rest!
[Laughs.]