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!
FEJEVARY: (in a new manner—quietly, from feeling) Madeline, have you no love for this place?
MADELINE: (doggedly, after thinking) Yes, I have. (she sits down) And I don't know why I have.
FEJEVARY: Certainly it's not strange. If ever a girl had a background, Morton College is Madeline Fejevary Morton's background. (he too now seated by the table) Do you remember your Grandfather Morton?