You're right; most people are afraid of it.

Do you think it's all right for me to motor back with Mrs.
Dysart ?" "Are _you_ afraid ?" asked Duane, smiling.
"Only on her account," said Grandcourt, so simply that a warm feeling rose in Duane's heart for this big, ungainly, vividly coloured young fellow whose direct and honest gaze always refreshed people even when they laughed at him.
"Are you driving ?" asked Duane.
"Yes.

We came in at a hell of a clip.

It made my hair stand, but Mrs.
Dysart likes it....

I say, Mallett, what sort of an outcome do you suppose there'll be ?" "Between Rosalie and Jack Dysart ?" "Yes." "I know no more than you, Grandcourt.