Dear Dr. L. was there on Saturday night. I’m so glad. What he can’t understand is how on earth did I manage think exactly of him on Saturday afternoon. Can’t decide if it wouldn’t be best from pedagogic point of view to tell him he wasn’t the only one. Or shall I let him go on imagining that by some wonderful chance I remembered him. Judging by other men if he wasn’t ? it he’ll be vain enough to think it means something. Well, well. I’m not going to be troubled by any silly affair in future.