There won't be any future if I don't work for it!

[Studies again.


NOCTAH.
Umph!

[Smokes pipe: a silence.

LINCOLN
(after a moment or so, looking up).
Anything I can do for you, Noctah?

NOCTAH.
No. Noctah want nothing.

[Another short silence. Noctah smokes. Lincoln studies. Then Noctah
moves towards door.

LINCOLN (looking up).
Going, Noctah? You know you're welcome to stay if you want to. (Noctah
continues impassively towards door.) Well, then, good-night.

NOCTAH.
Good-night.

[Exit Noctah.

[A moment later there comes the sound of Francois' fiddle, and the same