She looked at him with a curiously tender expression in her eyes, but with her jaw firmly set.
"Absolutely, Roger," she said quietly.
But the outburst she expected did not come. Instead, he looked at her quizzically and smiled.
"Well, sister, maybe there's something in what you say. I've been thinking about it. But you've set me up against an almighty hard proposition. I'm willing—but what on earth can I do?"
Judith was tremendously surprised, although she should not have been, knowing her brother's customary acquiescence in whatever she dictated. But she concealed her amazement and answered him in as matter-of-fact a way as she could muster. And Judith was by no means an inferior actress.
"Why don't you see Judge Wolcott?"
"He's a lawyer."
"I know. But he's interested in all sorts of business matters. And before he went on the bench he was a corporation lawyer. At least he could tell you who to see."
"The idea is not without merit, sister. I think I'll see the Judge on Monday. And then watch little Roger proceed to climb the dizzy heights of industry. I'll show you a thing or two about him you never guessed."
Judith's eyes filled with tears and she threw her arms about his neck. "Oh, Roger—you're fine. And I am cruel to you. I haven't any business to treat you this way. You're so much bigger than I am. You'll make a success—a great success. I know you will. And I will be so proud of you!"