Jefferson is going away, too--forever, he threatens.

If he hadn't come and woke me up to say good-bye, I should never have known you intended to leave us.
My boy's going--you're going--everyone's deserting me!" Mrs.Ryder was not accustomed to such prolonged flights of oratory and she sank exhausted on a chair, her eyes filling with tears.
"Did they tell you who I am--the daughter of Judge Rossmore ?" demanded Shirley.
It had been a shock to Mrs.Ryder that morning when Jefferson burst into his mother's room before she was up and acquainted her with the events of the previous evening.

The news that the Miss Green whom she had grown to love, was really the Miss Rossmore of whose relations with Jefferson her husband stood in such dread, was far from affecting the financier's wife as it had Ryder himself.

To the mother's simple and ingenuous mind, free from prejudice and ulterior motive, the girl's character was more important than her name, and certainly she could not blame her son for loving such a woman as Shirley.

Of course, it was unfortunate for Jefferson that his father felt this bitterness towards Judge Rossmore, for she herself could hardly have wished for a more sympathetic daughter-in-law.