I should not be surprised if I were to recognize him the first time I met him face to face.
Linda looked through the skylight and cried out to the stars: "Good heavens! Have I copied Peter too closely ?" She sat thinking a minute and then she decided she had not.
And in this connection you will want to know how I am progressing in my friendship with the junior partner, and what kind of motorist I am making.

I am still driving twice a week, and lately on Sundays in a larger car, taking Dana and a newspaper friend of hers along.

I think I have driven every hazard that this part of California affords except the mountains; Mr.Snow is still merciful about them.
Linda dear, I know what you're dying to know.

You want to know whether Mr.Snow is in the same depths of mourning as when our acquaintance first began.

This, my dear child, is very reprehensible of you.