HOLDEN:  Why not do it the other way?  You say enlarge that we may grow.  That’s false.  It isn’t of the nature of growth.  Why not do it the way of Silas Morton and Walt Whitman—­each man being his purest and intensest self.  I was full of this fervour when you came in.  I’m more and more disappointed in our students.  They’re empty—­flippant.  No sensitive moment opens them to beauty.  No exaltation makes them—­what they hadn’t known they were.  I concluded some of the fault must be mine.  The only students I reach are the Hindus.  Perhaps Madeline Morton—­I don’t quite make her out.  I too must have gone into a dead stratum.  But I can get back.  Here alone this afternoon—­(softly) I was back.

FEJEVARY:  I think we’ll have to let the Hindus go.

HOLDEN:  (astonished) Go?  Our best students?

FEJEVARY:  This college is for Americans.  I’m not going to have foreign revolutionists come here and block the things I’ve spent my life working for.

HOLDEN:  I don’t seem to know what you mean at all.

FEJEVARY:  Why, that disgraceful performance this morning.  I can settle Madeline all right, (looking at his watch) She should be here by now.  But I’m convinced our case before the legislature will be stronger with the Hindus out of here.

HOLDEN:  Well, I seem to have missed something—­disgraceful performance—­the Hindus, Madeline—­(stops, bewildered)

FEJEVARY:  You mean to say you don’t know about the disturbance out here?

HOLDEN:  I went right home after the address.  Then came up here alone.

FEJEVARY:  Upon my word, you do lead a serene life.  While you’ve been sitting here in contemplation I’ve been to the police court—­trying to get my niece out of jail.  That’s what comes of having radicals around.

HOLDEN:  What happened?

FEJEVARY:  One of our beloved Hindus made himself obnoxious on the campus.  Giving out handbills about freedom for India—­howling over deportation.  Our American boys wouldn’t stand for it.  A policeman saw the fuss—­came up and started to put the Hindu in his place.  Then Madeline rushes in, and it ended in her pounding the policeman with her tennis racket.

HOLDEN:  Madeline Morton did that!

FEJEVARY:  (sharply) You seem pleased.

HOLDEN:  I am—­interested.

FEJEVARY:  Well, I’m not interested.  I’m disgusted.  My niece mixing up in a free-for-all fight and getting taken to the police station!  It’s the first disgrace we’ve ever had in our family.

HOLDEN:  (as one who has been given courage) Wasn’t there another disgrace?

FEJEVARY:  What do you mean?

HOLDEN:  When your father fought his government and was banished from his country.

FEJEVARY:  That was not a disgrace!

HOLDEN:  (as if in surprise) Wasn’t it?

FEJEVARY:  See here, Holden, you can’t talk to me like that.