Hackett sitting in the anteroom as if waiting for an audience. The 
President asked me if any one was outside. On being told, he said,
half sadly, "Oh, I can't see him, I can't see him; I was in hopes he 
had gone away." Then he added, "Now this just illustrates the 
difficulty of having pleasant friends and acquaintances in this 
place. You know how I liked Hackett as an actor, and how I wrote to 
tell him so. He sent me that book, and there I thought the matter 
would end. He is a master of his place in the profession, I 
suppose, and well fixed in it; but just because we had a little 
friendly correspondence, such as any two men might have, he wants 
something. What do you suppose he wants?" I could not guess, and 
Mr. Lincoln added, "well, he wants to be consul to London. Oh, 
dear!"
I will observe, in conclusion, that the William Ferguson incident occurred, and within my personal knowledge--though I have changed the nature of the details, to keep William from recognizing himself in it.

All the readers of this article have in some sweet and gushing hour of their lives played the role of Magnanimous-Incident hero. I wish I knew how many there are among them who are willing to talk about that episode and like to be reminded of the consequences that flowed from it.