MADELINE: (_after thinking it out_) I'm not leaving--what's greater in him than he knows. AUNT ISABEL: You're leaving Morton College? MADELINE: That runt on a high hill? Yes, I'm leaving grandfather's college--then maybe I can one day lie under the same sod with him, and not be ashamed. Though I must tell you (_a little laugh_) under the sod is my idea of no place to be. I want to be a long time--where the wind blows. AUNT ISABEL: (_who is trying not to cry_) I'm afraid it won't blow in prison, dear. MADELINE: I don't know. Might be the only place it would blow. (EMIL _passes the window, hesitates at the door_) I'll be ready in just a moment, Emil. (_He waits outside_.) AUNT ISABEL: Madeline, I didn't tell you--I hoped it wouldn't be necessary, but your uncle said--if you refused to do it his way, he could do absolutely nothing for you, not even--bail. MADELINE: Of course not. I wouldn't expect him to. AUNT ISABEL: He feels so deeply about these things--America--loyalty, he said if you didn't come with us it would be final, Madeline. Even--(_breaks_) between you and me. MADELINE: I'm sorry, auntie. You know how I love you. (_and her voice tells it_) But father has been telling me about the corn. It gives itself away all the time--the best corn a gift to other corn. What you are--that doesn't stay with you. Then--(_not with assurance, but feeling her way_) be the most you can be, so life will be more because you were. (_freed by the truth she has found_) Oh--do that! Why do we three go apart? Professor Holden, his beautiful trained mind; Aunt Isabel--her beautiful love, love that could save the world if only you'd--throw it to the winds. (_moving nearer_ HOLDEN, _hands out to him_) Why do--(_seeing it is not to be, she turns away. Low, with sorrow for that great beauty lost_) Oh, have we brought mind, have we brought heart, up to this place--only to turn them against mind and heart? HOLDEN: (_unable to bear more_) I think we--must go. (_going to_ MADELINE, _holding out his hand and speaking from his sterile life to her fullness of life_) Good-bye, Madeline. Good luck. MADELINE: Good-bye, Professor Holden. (_hesitates_) Luck to you. (_Shaking his head, stooped, he hurries out_.) MADELINE: (_after a moment when neither can speak_) Good-bye--auntie dearest. Thank you--for the birthday present--the cake--everything. Everything--all the years. (_There is something_ AUNT ISABEL _would say, but she can only hold tight to_ MADELINE_'s hands. At last, with a smile that speaks for love, a little nod, she goes_. EMIL _comes in_.) EMIL: You better go with them, Madeline. It'd make it better for you. MADELINE: Oh no, it wouldn't. I'll be with you in an instant, Emil. I want to--say good-bye to my father.