I am the woman your son loves.

I am Shirley Rossmore!" Ryder took his cigar from his lips and rose slowly to his feet.
"You?
You ?" he stammered.
[Photo, from the play, of Jefferson and Shirley appealing to Mr.Ryder] "For God's sake, Mr.Ryder, don't permit this foul injustice."-- Act III.
"Yes--yes, I am the Rossmore woman! Listen, Mr.Ryder.

Don't turn away from me.

Go to Washington on behalf of my father, and I promise you I will never see your son again--never, never!" "Ah, Shirley!" cried Jefferson, "you don't love me!" "Yes, Jeff, I do; God knows I do! But if I must break my own heart to save my father I will do it." "Would you sacrifice my happiness and your own ?" "No happiness can be built on lies, Jeff.

We must build on truth or our whole house will crumble and fall.