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"As Judge Rossmore's friend and counsel," answered Stott, "I am impelled to ask your help at this critical moment." "The matter is in the hands of the United States Senate, sir," replied Ryder coldly. "They are against him!" cried Stott; "not one senator I've spoken to holds out any hope for him. If he is convicted it will mean his death. Inch by inch his life is leaving him.
At least the world could never ask him "where he got it." Ryder was well acquainted with Judge Rossmore's private means. The two men had met at a dinner, and although Ryder had tried to cultivate the acquaintance, he never received much encouragement.
"Come, Eudoxia!" she called to the servant, while she herself hurried down to the gate. The judge, fully as agitated as herself, only showing his emotion in a different way, remained on the porch pale and anxious. The cab stopped at the curb and Stott alighted, first helping out Mrs. Blake. Mrs. Rossmore's astonishment on seeing her sister was almost comical. "Milly!" she exclaimed.
But he sent for his old friend ex-Judge Stott. They were life-long friends, having become acquainted nearly thirty years ago at the law school, at the time when both were young men about to enter on a public career. Stott, who was Rossmore's junior, had begun as a lawyer in New York and soon acquired a reputation in criminal practice.
Rossmore's not home." Then shaking her head, she added: "They don't see no visitors." Unabashed, the Rev. Deetle drew a card from a case and handing it to the girl said pompously: "Then we will see Mrs. Rossmore. I saw her at the window as we came along. Here, my girl, take her this card. Tell her that the Reverend Pontifex Deetle and Miss Deetle have called to present their compliments."
He gazed at her, not understanding. Full of his own project, he had mind for nothing else. Ignoring therefore the question of compensation, whatever she might mean by that, he continued: "You can win him if you make up your mind to. A woman with your resources can blind him to any other woman." "But if he loves Judge Rossmore's daughter?" objected Shirley.
Until the season of mourning is past, the usual Thursday evening receptions at Rossmore Towers will be discontinued. Lady Rossmore's comment-to herself: "Receptions! People who don't rightly know him may think he is commonplace, but to my mind he is one of the most unusual men I ever saw. As for suddenness and capacity in imagining things, his beat don't exist, I reckon.
Rossmore's not home." Then shaking her head, she added: "They don't see no visitors." Unabashed, the Rev. Deetle drew a card from a case and handing it to the girl said pompously: "Then we will see Mrs. Rossmore. I saw her at the window as we came along. Here, my girl, take her this card. Tell her that the Reverend Pontifex Deetle and Miss Deetle have called to present their compliments."
"Is it true then that he is selfishness incarnate? Wouldn't he do that much to help a friend?" "You've come to the wrong house, Jeff. You ought to know that. Your father is far from being Judge Rossmore's friend. Surely you have sense enough to realize that there are two reasons why he would not raise a finger to help him.
His face grew dark and his jaw clicked as he said between his teeth: "I told you some time ago how I felt about her. If I thought that it was Rossmore's daughter! You know what's going to happen to him, don't you?" Thus appealed to, Jefferson thought this was the most favourable opportunity he would have to redeem his promise to Shirley.
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