He's very much the
cultivated gentleman.
SENATOR: Cultivated gentlemen are all right. I'd hate to see a world
they ran.
FEJEVARY: (_with a laugh_) I'll just take a look up here, then we can go
down the shorter way.
(_He goes out right_. SENATOR LEWIS _turns and examines the books_.
FUSSIE _slips in, looks at him, hesitates, and then stoops under the
table for the Matthew Arnold (and her poem) which_ HORACE _has kicked
there. He turns_.)
FUSSIE: (_not out from under the table_) Oh, I was just looking for a
book.
SENATOR: Quite a place to look for a book.
FUSSIE: (_crawling out_) Yes, it got there. I thought I'd put it back.
Somebody--might want it.
SENATOR: I see, young lady, that you have a regard for books.
FUSSIE: Oh, yes, I do have a regard for them.
SENATOR: (_holding out his hand_) And what is your book?
FUSSIE: Oh--it's--it's nothing.
(_As he continues to hold out his hand, she reluctantly gives the
book_.)
SENATOR: (_solemnly_) Matthew Arnold? Nothing?
FUSSIE: Oh, I didn't mean _him_.
SENATOR: A master of English! I am glad, young woman, that you value
this book.
FUSSIE: Oh yes, I'm--awfully fond of it.
(_Growing more and more nervous as in turning the pages he nears the
poem_.
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