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.