[He has spoken with persuasive feeling. He asks anxiously]
Doesn’t that seem good sense to you?
Marsden
[Suspicious—dryly non-committal]
I’m sorry but I’m in no position to say. I don’t know anything about Evans, for one thing.
Darrell
[Emphatically]
Well, I do. He’s a fine healthy boy, clean and unspoiled. You can take my word for that. And I’m convinced he’s got the right stuff in him to succeed, once he grows up and buckles down to work. He’s only a big kid now, but all he needs is a little self-confidence and a sense of responsibility. He’s holding down a fair job, too, considering he’s just started in the advertising game—enough to keep them living.
[With a slight smile]
I’m prescribing for Sam, too, when I boost this wedding.
Marsden
[His snobbery coming out]
Do you know his family—what sort of people?—
Darrell
[Bitingly]
I’m not acquainted with their social qualifications, if that’s what you mean! They’re upstate country folks—fruit
