"Roderick Hanscom is a determined man," she said, in
character. "He is hard as steel to a treacherous enemy, but he
is tender and gentle to women and children. Only yesterday I
saw him pick up a fallen crippled child from beneath the
relentless horses' feet on a crossing, at the risk of his very
life, and then as he placed it in the mother's arms, he smiled
that wonderful smile of his, that wonderful smile of his that
seems to brighten the whole world! Wait till you meet him. But
that is his step now and you shall judge for yourselves! Let us
rise, if you please, to give him befitting greeting."
"What--what!" gasped Canby.
"Sh!" Tinker whispered.
"But all I wrote for her to say, when Roderick Hanscom's name
is mentioned, was 'I don't think I like him.' My God!"
"Sh!"
"The Honourable Robert Hanscom!" shouted Packer, in a ringing
voice as a stage-servant, or herald.
"It gives him an entrance, you see," murmured Tinker. "Your
script just let him walk on."
"And all that horrible stuff about his 'wonderful smile!'"
Canby babbled. "Think of his putting that in himself.
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