Sinclair Lewis

“ Quite a few folks to carry on the business. Gosh, look at that building ahead--nine stories!"
⁠He had planned to stop at a hotel, to wash up, and to gallop to Claire. But--well--wouldn't it maybe be better to leave the car at a public garage, so the Boltwoods could get it when they wanted to? He'd better "just kind of look around before he tackled the watch-dog."
⁠It was the public garage which finally crushed him. It was a garage of enameled brick and colored tiles, with a plate-glass-enclosed office in which worked young men clad as the angels. One of them wore a carnation, Milt noted. ”

“ I hear a lot more about 'society' here than I ever did in the East. The sets seem frightfully complicated." She was drifting into the drawing-room, to a tapestry stool, and Milt was awkwardly stalking a large wing chair, while she fidgeted:
⁠"Everybody tells me about how one poor dear soul, a charming lady who used to take in washing or salt gold-mines or something, and she came here a little while ago with billions and billions of dollars, and tried to buy her way in by shopping for all the charities in town, and apparently she's just as out of it here as she would be in London. ”

“ He was thinking of how much Claire would forget, now. "Yes. We certainly fixed her, all right. Uh--did you get the storage check for your car?"
⁠"Oh yes, thank you. So nice of you to bother with it."
⁠"Oh, nothing at all, nothing---- Nothing at all. Uh---- Do you like Seattle?"
⁠"Oh yes. Such views--the mountains---- Do you like it?"
⁠"Oh yes. Always wanted to see the sea." ”