FEJEVARY: How do you know what I've had? You have no way of knowing what's in me--what other thing I might have been? You know my heritage; you think that's left nothing? But I find myself here in America. I love those dependent on me. My wife--who's used to a certain manner of living; my children--who are to become part of the America of their time. I've never said this to another human being--I've never looked at myself--but it's pretty arrogant to think you're the only man who has made a sacrifice to fit himself into the age in which he lives. I hear Madeline. This hasn't left me in very good form for talking with her. Please don't go away. Just-- (MADELINE _comes in, right. She has her tennis racket. Nods to the two men_. HOLDEN _goes out, left_.) MADELINE: (_looking after_ HOLDEN--_feeling something going on. Then turning to her uncle, who is still looking after_ HOLDEN) You wanted to speak to me, Uncle Felix? FEJEVARY: Of course I want to speak to you. MADELINE: I feel just awfully sorry about--banging up my racket like this. The second time it came down on this club. Why do they carry those things? Perfectly fantastic, I'll say, going around with a club. But as long as you were asking me what I wanted for my birthday-- FEJEVARY: Madeline, I am not here to discuss your birthday. MADELINE: I'm sorry--(_smiles_) to hear that. FEJEVARY: You don't seem much chastened. MADELINE: Chastened? Was that the idea? Well, if you think that keeping a person where she doesn't want to be chastens her! I never felt less 'chastened' than when I walked out of that slimy spot and looked across the street at your nice bank. I should think you'd hate to--(_with friendly concern_) Why, Uncle Felix, you look tired out. FEJEVARY: I am tired out, Madeline. I've had a nerve-racking day. MADELINE: Isn't that too bad? Those speeches were so boresome, and that old senator person--wasn't he a stuff? But can't you go home now and let auntie give you tea and-- FEJEVARY: (_sharply_) Madeline, have you no intelligence? Hasn't it occurred to you that your performance would worry me a little? MADELINE: I suppose it was a nuisance. And on such a busy day. (_changing_) But if you're going to worry, Horace is the one you should worry about. (_answering his look_) Why, he got it all up. He made me ashamed! FEJEVARY: And you're not at all ashamed of what you have done? MADELINE: Ashamed? Why--no. FEJEVARY: Then you'd better be! A girl who rushes in and assaults an officer! MADELINE: (_earnestly explaining it_) But, Uncle Felix, I had to stop him. No one else did. FEJEVARY: Madeline, I don't know whether you're trying to be naïve-- MADELINE: (_angrily_) Well, I'm _not_. I like that! I think I'll go home. FEJEVARY: I think you will not! It's stupid of you not to know this is serious. You could be dismissed from school for what you did. MADELINE: Well, I'm good and ready to be dismissed from any school that would dismiss for that!