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The financier half sprang from his seat. "Oh, yes. Show her up at once. Good-bye, sergeant, good-bye. Find that Rossmore woman and the $1,000 is yours." The detective went out and a few moments later Mr. Bagley reappeared ushering in Shirley. The mouse was in the den of the lion. Mr. Ryder remained at his desk and did not even look up when his visitor entered.
Rossmore, wiping her eyes. "Fancy Shirley in this place, living from hand to mouth," went on the judge. "That's the least," answered his wife. "She's a fine, handsome girl, well educated and all the rest of it. She ought to make a good marriage." No matter what state of mind Mrs. Rossmore might be in, she never lost sight of the practical side of things.
Investigation, Ryder went on, had shown that Judge Rossmore was not only interested in the company in whose favour, as Judge of the Supreme Court, he had rendered an important decision, but what was worse, he had accepted from that company a valuable gift that is, $50,000 worth of stock for which he had given absolutely nothing in return unless, as some claimed, the weight of his influence on the bench.
Rossmore, who thought rightly that the quickest way to get rid of her unwelcome visitors was to hurry downstairs as quickly as possible. "Miss Deetle Mr. Deetle. I am much honoured," was her not too effusive greeting. The Reverend Pontifex, anxious to make a favourable impression, was all smiles and bows. The idea of a possible scandal had for the moment ceased to worry him.
He was a hard worker, a brilliant speaker and one of the cleverest cross-examiners at the bar. This was the man to whom Judge Rossmore naturally turned for legal assistance.
"There, there talk to me in your own tongue, Ross you don't know any other, and you only botch it when you try. Oh, don't stare it was a slip, and no crime; customs of a life-time can't be dropped in a second. Rossmore there, now, be appeased, and go along with you and attend to Gwendolen. Are you going to write, Washington? or telegraph?" "He will telegraph, dear."
Jefferson had met Shirley Rossmore two years before at a meeting of the Schiller Society, a pseudo-literary organization gotten up by a lot of old fogies for no useful purpose, and at whose monthly meetings the poet who gave the society its name was probably the last person to be discussed.
Rossmore, seconded with sulky indifference by Eudoxia, was kept busy getting a room ready for her daughter's arrival. Eudoxia, who came originally from County Cork, was an Irish lady with a thick brogue and a husky temper. She was amiable enough so long as things went to her satisfaction, but when they did not suit her she was a termagant.
A look expressive of both displeasure and astonishment marred the classic features of the hireling. Putting her broom aside and placing her arms akimbo she exclaimed in an injured tone: "And it's a dayther you've got now? So it's three in family you are! When I took the place it's two you tould me there was!" "Well, with your kind permission," replied Mrs. Rossmore, "there will be three in future.
But he had always watched Rossmore's career, and when he was made a judge of the Supreme Court at a comparatively early age he was sincerely glad. If anything could have convinced Roberts that success can come in public life to a man who pursues it by honest methods it was the success of James Rossmore.
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