SENATOR: (_at first speaking off_) Yes, it could be done. There is that surplus, and as long as Morton College is socially valuable--right here above the steel works, and making this feature of military training--(_he has picked up his hat_) But your Americanism must be unimpeachable, Mr Fejevary. This man Holden stands in the way. FEJEVARY: I'm going to have a talk with Professor Holden this afternoon. If he remains he will--(_it is not easy for him to say_) give no trouble. (MADELINE _returns_) Oh, here's Madeline--Silas Morton's granddaughter, Madeline Fejevary Morton. This is Senator Lewis, Madeline. SENATOR: (_holding out his hand_) How do you do, Miss Morton. I suppose this is a great day for you. MADELINE: Why--I don't know. SENATOR: The fortieth anniversary of the founding of your grandfather's college? You must be very proud of your illustrious ancestor. MADELINE: I get a bit bored with him. SENATOR: Bored with him? My dear young lady! MADELINE: I suppose because I've heard so many speeches about him--'The sainted pioneer'--'the grand old man of the prairies'--I'm sure I haven't any idea what he really was like. FEJEVARY: I've tried to tell you, Madeline. MADELINE: Yes. SENATOR: I should think you would be proud to be the granddaughter of this man of vision. MADELINE: (_her smile flashing_) Wouldn't you hate to be the granddaughter of a phrase? FEJEVARY: (_trying to laugh it off_) Madeline! How absurd. MADELINE: Well, I'm off for tennis. (_Nods good-bye and passes on_.) FEJEVARY: (_calling to her_) Oh, Madeline, if your Aunt Isabel is out there--will you tell her where we are? MADELINE: (_calling back_) All right. FEJEVARY: (_after a look at his companion_) Queer girl, Madeline. Rather--moody. SENATOR: (_disapprovingly_) Well--yes. FEJEVARY: (_again trying to laugh it off_) She's been hearing a great many speeches about her grandfather. SENATOR: She should be proud to hear them. FEJEVARY: Of course she should. (_looking in the direction_ MADELINE _has gone_) I want you to meet my wife, Senator Lewis. SENATOR: I should be pleased to meet Mrs Fejevary. I have heard what she means to the college--socially. FEJEVARY: I think she has given it something it wouldn't have had without her. Certainly a place in the town that is--good for it. And you haven't met our president yet. SENATOR: Guess, I've met the real president. FEJEVARY: Oh--no. I'm merely president of the board of trustees. SENATOR: 'Merely!' FEJEVARY: I want you to know President Welling. He's very much the cultivated gentleman. SENATOR: Cultivated gentlemen are all right. I'd hate to see a world they ran. FEJEVARY: (_with a laugh_) I'll just take a look up here, then we can go down the shorter way. (_He goes out right_. SENATOR LEWIS _turns and examines the books_. FUSSIE _slips in, looks at him, hesitates, and then stoops under the table for the Matthew Arnold (and her poem) which_ HORACE _has kicked there. He turns_.)