She tottered as though she would fall.

Ryder made a quick movement towards his son and took him by the arm.

Pointing to Shirley he said in a low tone: "You see how that girl pleads your cause for you! She loves you, my boy!" Jefferson started.

"Yes, she does," pursued Ryder, Sr.
"She's worth a thousand of the Rossmore woman.

Make her your wife and I'll--" "Make her my wife!" cried Jefferson joyously.