Marley was growing alarmed at the intricacies of an introduction into a large family, the characters of which were as yet like the characters in the first few chapters of a novel, but he thought it would not reflect on him to admit that he did not know Chad, seeing that he was merely a little brother.
“He admires you immensely,” said Lavinia.
“Does he?” said Marley, eagerly, instantly loving Chad. “How does he know me?”
“He says you were a football player at college.”
Marley laughed a modest deprecation of his own prowess.
“But I knew your voice,” said Lavinia.
“Did you? When did you hear it?”
“As if you didn’t know!”
“Honestly,” he protested. “Tell me.”
“Why, that night that you serenaded me.”