He's a friend of the Kynnersleys.

A genial old soul." "He's a dear!" said Lola.
"Do you know many of Dale's friends ?" I asked.
"Hardly any," she replied.

"It's rather lonesome." Then she broke into a laugh.
"I was so terrified at meeting you the first time.

Dale can talk of no one else.

He makes a kind of god of you.