He waited in vain for her to defend her daughter and herself.
"As for Ross," he went on, "he's keen and quick enough.

He's got together quite a fortune of his own--and he'll hold on to it and get more.

It's easy enough to make money if you've got money--and ain't too finicky about the look and the smell of the dollars before you gulp 'em down.

Your Ross has a good strong stomach that way--as good as his father's--and mother's.

But--He ain't exactly the man I used to picture as I was wheeling him up and down the street in his baby carriage in Saint X." That vulgar reminiscence seemed to be the signal for which Matilda was waiting.