SENATOR: (_holding out his hand_) And what is your book?
FUSSIE: Oh--it's--it's nothing.
(_As he continues to hold out his hand, she reluctantly gives the book_.)
SENATOR: (_solemnly_) Matthew Arnold? Nothing?
FUSSIE: Oh, I didn't mean _him_.
SENATOR: A master of English! I am glad, young woman, that you value this book.
FUSSIE: Oh yes, I'm--awfully fond of it.
(_Growing more and more nervous as in turning the pages he nears the poem_.)
SENATOR: I am interested in you young people of Morton College.
FUSSIE: That's so good of you.
SENATOR: What is your favourite study?
FUSSIE: Well--(_an inspiration_) I like all of them.
SENATOR: Morton College is coming on very fast, I understand.
FUSSIE: Oh yes, it's getting more and more of the right people. It used to be a little jay, you know. Of course, the Fejevarys give it class.
Mrs Fejevary--isn't she wonderful?
SENATOR: I haven't seen her yet. Waiting here now to meet her.
FUSSIE: (_worried by this_) Oh, I must--must be going. Shall I put the book back? (_holding out her hand_)
SENATOR: No, I'll just look it over a bit. (_sits down_)
FUSSIE: (_unable to think of any way of getting it_) This is where it belongs.
SENATOR: Thank you.
(_Reluctantly she goes out_. SENATOR LEWIS _pursues Matthew Arnold with the conscious air of a half literate man reading a 'great book'. The_ FEJEVARYS _come in_)
FEJEVARY: I found my wife, Senator Lewis.
AUNT ISABEL: (_she is a woman of social distinction and charm_) How do you do, Senator Lewis? (_They shake hands_.)
SENATOR: It's a great pleasure to meet you, Mrs Fejevary.
AUNT ISABEL: Why don't we carry Senator Lewis home for lunch?
SENATOR: Why, you're very kind.
AUNT ISABEL: I'm sure there's a great deal to talk about, so why not talk comfortably, and really get acquainted? And we want to tell you the whole story of Morton College--the good old American spirit behind it.
SENATOR: I am glad to find you an American, Mrs Fejevary.
AUNT ISABEL: Oh, we are that. Morton College is one hundred per cent American. Our boys--
(_Her boy_ HORACE _rushes in_.)
HORACE: (_wildly_) Father! Will you go after Madeline? The police have got her!
FEJEVARY: _What!_
AUNT ISABEL: (_as he is getting his breath_) What absurd thing are you saying, Horace?
HORACE: Awful row down on the campus. The Hindus. I told them to keep their mouths shut about Abraham Lincoln. I told them the fact they were quoting him--
FEJEVARY: Never mind what you told them! What happened?
HORACE: We started--to rustle them along a bit. Why, they had _handbills_ (_holding one up as if presenting incriminating evidence--the_ SENATOR _takes it from him_) telling America what to do about deportation! Not on this campus--I say. So we were--we were putting a stop to it. They resisted--particularly the fat one. The cop at the corner saw the row--came up. He took hold of Bakhshish, and when the dirty anarchist didn't move along fast enough, he took hold of him--well, a bit rough, you might say, when up rushes Madeline and calls to the cop, 'Let that boy alone!' Gee--I don't know just what did happen--awful mix-up. Next thing I knew Madeline hauled off and pasted the policeman a fierce one with her tennis racket!
SENATOR: She _struck_ the officer?
HORACE: I should say she did. Twice. The second time--
AUNT ISABEL: _Horace_. (_looking at her husband_) I--I can't believe it.
HORACE: I could have squared it, even then, but for Madeline herself. I told the policeman that she didn't understand--that I was her cousin, and apologized for her. And she called over at me, 'Better apologize for yourself!' As if there was any sense to that--that she--she looked like a _tiger_. Honest, everybody was afraid of her. I kept right on trying to square it, told the cop she was the granddaughter of the man that founded the college--that you were her uncle--he would have gone off with just the Hindu, fixed this up later, but Madeline balled it up again--didn't care who was her uncle--Gee! (_he throws open the window_) There! You can see them, at the foot of the hill. A nice thing--member of our family led off to the police station!
FEJEVARY: (_to the_ SENATOR) Will you excuse me?
AUNT ISABEL: (_trying to return to the manner of pleasant social things_) Senator Lewis will go on home with me, and you--(_he is hurrying out_) come when you can. (_to the_ SENATOR) Madeline is such a high-spirited girl.
SENATOR: If she had no regard for the living, she might--on this day of all others--have considered her grandfather's memory.
(_Raises his eyes to the picture of_ SILAS MORTON.)
HORACE: Gee! Wouldn't you _say_ so?
CURTAIN
ACT III
SCENE: _The same as Act II three hours later_. PROFESSOR HOLDEN _is seated at the table, books before him. He is a man in the fifties. At the moment his care-worn face is lighted by that lift of the spirit which sometimes rewards the scholar who has imaginative feeling_. HARRY, _a student clerk, comes hurrying in. Looks back_.
HARRY: Here's Professor Holden, Mr Fejevary.