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the doorway.) The dream of social justice, of fair play and
a square deal to everybody. The dreamer--Mr. Knox.
(Rutland is so patently irritated, that Margaret lingers in the doorway
to enjoy.)
{Rutland}
That man! He has insulted and reviled the Church--my calling. He--
{Connie}
(Interrupting.) He said the churchmen stole from God. I remember he
once said there had been only one true Christian and that He died on
the Cross.
{Margaret}
He quoted that from Nietzsche.
{Starkweather}
(To Rutland, in quiet glee.) He had you there.
{Rutland}
(In composed fury.) Nietzsche is a blasphemer, sir. Any man who reads
Nietzsche or quotes Nietzsche is a blasphemer. It augurs ill for the
future of America when such pernicious literature has the vogue it has.
{Margaret}
(Interrupting, laughing.) I leave the quarrel in your hands, sir knight.
Remember--the dreamer and the dream. (Margaret makes exit.)

{Rutland}
(Shaking his head.) I cannot understand what is coming over the
present generation. Take your daughter, for instance. Ten years ago she
was an earnest, sincere lieutenant of mine in all our little charities.
{Starkweather}
Has she given charity up?
{Connie}
It's settlement work, now, and kindergartens.
{Rutland}
(Ominously.) It's writers like Nietzsche, and men who read him, like
Knox, who are responsible.
(Senator Dowsett and Mrs. Dowsett enter from rear.)
(Connie advances to greet them. Rutland knows Mrs. Dowsett, and
Connie introduces him to Senator Dowsett.)
(In the meantime, not bothering to greet anybody, evincing his own will
and way, Starkweather goes across to right front, selects one of several
chairs, seats himself, pulls a thin note-book from inside coat pocket,
and proceeds to immerse himself in contents of same.) (Dowsett and
Rutland pair and stroll to left rear and seat themselves, while Connie
and Mrs. Dowsett seat themselves at tea-table to left front. Connie
rings the bell for Servant.)
{Mrs. Dowsett}
(Glancing significantly at Starkweather, and speaking in a low voice.)
That's your father, isn't it? I have so wanted to meet him.
{Connie} (Softly.) You know he's peculiar. He is liable to ignore
everybody here this afternoon, and get up and go away abruptly,

without saying good-bye.
{Mrs. Dowsett}
(Sympathetically. ) Yes, I know, a man of such large affairs. He must
have so much on his mind. He is a wonderful man--my husband says
the greatest in contemporary history--more powerful than a dozen
presidents, the King of England, and the Kaiser, all rolled into one.
(Servant enters with tea urn and accessories, and Connie proceeds to
serve tea, all accompanied by appropriate patter--"Two lumps?" "One,
please." "Lemon;" etc.)
(Rutland and Dowsett come forward to table for their tea, where they
remain.)
(Connie, glancing apprehensively across at her father and debating a
moment, prepares a cup for him and a small plate with crackers, and
hands them to Dowsett, who likewise betrays apprehensiveness.)
{Connie}
Take it to father, please, senator.
(Note:--Throughout the rest of this act, Starkweather is like a being
apart, a king sitting on his throne. He divides the tea function with
Margaret. Men come up to him and speak with him. He sends for men.
They come and go at his bidding. The whole attitude, perhaps
unconsciously on his part, is that wherever he may be he is master.
This attitude is accepted by all the others; forsooth, he is indeed a great
man and master. The only one who is not really afraid of him is
Margaret; yet she gives in to him in so far as she lets him do as he
pleases at her afternoon tea.) (Dowsett carries the cup of tea and small
plate across stage to Starkweather. Starkweather does not notice him at
first.)
{Connie}

(Who has been watching.) Tea, father, won't you have a cup of tea?
(Through the following scene between Starkweather and Dowsett, the
latter holds cup of tea and crackers, helplessly, at a disadvantage. At
the same time Rutland is served with tea and remains at the table,
talking with the two women.)
{Starkweather}
(Looking first at Connie, then peering into cup of tea. He grunts refusal,
and for the first time looks up into the other man's face. He immediately
closes note-book down on finger to keep the place.) Oh, it's you.
Dowsett.
(Painfully endeavoring to be at ease.) A pleasure, Mr. Starkweather, an
entirely unexpected pleasure to meet you here. I was not aware you
frequented frivolous gatherings of this nature.
{Starkweather}
(Abruptly and peremptorily.) Why didn't you come when you were sent
for this morning?
{Dowsett}
I was sick--I was in bed.
{Starkweather}
That is no excuse, sir. When you are sent for you are to come.
Understand? That bill was reported back. Why was it reported back?
You told Dobleman you would attend to it.
{Dowsett}
It was a slip up. Such things will happen.
{Starkweather}

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