To Marley this seemed quite enough, and the disappointment he felt, which was a part of the effect Wade Powell’s office had had on him, showed suddenly in his face. Powell glanced quickly at him, and hastened to reassure him.
“We can fix that easily enough,” he said. “Have you ever read any law?”
“No,” said Marley.
“Been to college?”
Marley told him that he had just that summer been graduated and when he mentioned the name of the college Powell said:
“The Methodists, eh?”
He could hardly conceal a certain contempt in the tone with which he said this, and then, as if instantly regretting the unkindness, he observed:
“It’s a good school, I’m told.”
He could not, however, evince an entire approval, and so seeming to desert the subject he hastened on:
“What’s your name?”