FEJEVARY: More likely he's trying to start something. (_they are both listening intently_) I don't think our boys will stand much more. (_A scoffing whoop_. MADELINE _springs to the window; he reaches it ahead and holds it_.) FEJEVARY: This window stays closed. (_She starts to go away, he takes hold of her_.) MADELINE: You think you can keep me in here? FEJEVARY: Listen, Madeline--plain, straight truth. If you go out there and get in trouble a second time, I can't make it right for you. MADELINE: You needn't! FEJEVARY: You don't know what it means. These things are not child's play--not today. You could get twenty years in prison for things you'll say if you rush out there now. (_she laughs_) You laugh because you're ignorant. Do you know that in America today there are women in our prisons for saying no more than you've said here to me! MADELINE: Then you ought to be ashamed of yourself! FEJEVARY: I? Ashamed of myself? MADELINE: Yes! Aren't you an American? (_a whistle_) Isn't that a policeman's whistle? Are they coming back? Are they hanging around here to--(_pulling away from her uncle as he turns to look, she jumps up in the deep sill and throws open the window. Calling down_) Here--Officer--_You_--Let that boy alone! FEJEVARY: (_going left, calling sharply_) Holden. Professor Holden--here--quick! VOICE: (_coming up from below, outside_) Who says so? MADELINE: I say so! VOICE: And who are you talking for? MADELINE: I am talking for Morton College! FEJEVARY: (_returning--followed, reluctantly, by_ HOLDEN) Indeed you are not. Close that window or you'll be expelled from Morton College. (_Sounds of a growing crowd outside_.) VOICE: Didn't I see you at the station? MADELINE: Sure you saw me at the station. And you'll see me there again, if you come bullying around here. You're not what this place is for! (_her uncle comes up behind, right, and tries to close the window--she holds it out_) My grandfather gave this hill to Morton College--a place where anybody--from any land--can come and say what he believes to be true! Why, you poor simp--this is America! Beat it from here! Atna! Don't let him take hold of you like that! He has no right to--Oh, let me _down_ there! (_Springs down, would go off right, her uncle spreads out his arms to block that passage. She turns to go the other way_.) FEJEVARY: Holden! Bring her to her senses. Stand there. (HOLDEN _has not moved from the place he entered, left, and so blocks the doorway_) Don't let her pass. (_Shouts of derision outside_.) MADELINE: You think you can keep me in here--with that going on out there? (_Moves nearer_ HOLDEN, _stands there before him, taut, looking him straight in the eye. After a moment, slowly, as one compelled, he steps aside for her to pass. Sound of her running footsteps. The two men's eyes meet. A door slams_.) CURTAIN ACT IV