The occupants come out from the other boxes into the lounge, where small knots of people have gathered from different directions, and stand or sit talking busily_. _A Lady_: Very amusing, don't you think? _Her Companion_: Oh, yes. But it's hardly true to life, is it? _Another Lady_: Isn't that dark girl clever? What's her name? _A Gentleman (consulting his programme_:) Eleanor Crowne. _Another Gentleman_: There's a terrible draught, isn't there? I shall have a stiff neck. _His Wife_: You should keep your scarf on. _The Gentleman_: It looks so odd. _Another Lady_: The President looks very happy this evening, doesn't he? _Another_: No wonder, is it? He must be a proud man. _A young man, dressed in black, passes among the people, glancing furtively into_ LINCOLN'S _box, and disappears. It is_ JOHN WILKES BOOTH. _A Lady (greeting another_): Ah, Mrs. Bennington. When do you expect your husband back? _They drift away_. SUSAN, _carrying cloaks and wraps, comes in. She goes to the box, and speaks to_ MRS. LINCOLN. _Then she comes away, and sits down apart from the crowd to wait. A Young Man_: I rather think of going on the stage myself. My friends tell me I'm uncommon good. Only I don't think my health would stand it. _A Girl_: Oh, it must be a very easy life. Just acting--that's easy enough. _A cry of_ "Lincoln" _comes through the auditorium. It is taken up, with shouts of_ "The President," "Speech," "Abraham Lincoln," "Father Abraham," _and so on. The conversation in the lounge stops as the talkers turn to listen. After a few moments_, LINCOLN _is seen to rise. There is a burst of cheering. The people in the lounge stand round the box door_. LINCOLN _holds up his hand, and there is a sudden silence_.