He loves engines. And certanly I, too, should have fallen in love with engines and automobiles. Don't forget that even before I could walk, the workshop had been my playroom. My father had put me there so that he could keep an eye on me all day long. My toys were springs and pistons that lay around all over the place, and these, I can promise you, had been far more fun playing with than most of the plastic toys most children are given nowadays. When I grew older and was five years old, my father had been talking to me about school. He had laid a hand on my sholder. "I want you to become a great mechanic. You have learned a lot already. But when you grow up, I hope you will become a great engineer, a man who will make better engines for automobiles and airplanes. For that you will need a really good education."
a) He offered to lend me the money. I didn't like taking it but I had no other way out.
b) What was in the letter? I don't know. I didn't want to open it as it wasn't addressed to me.
c) Try to avoid being late. He hates to be kept waiting.
d) He heard the clock striking seven and knew it was time for him to get up.
e) I can hear the bell ringing but nobody seems to be coming to open the door.
f) Did you advise him to go to the police? - No, I didn't like giving any advice on such a difficult matter.
g) I'm not used to drive on the left.
h) It's pleasant siting by the fire at night and hear the wind blowing outside.
i) It's no use to write to him, he never answers letters. The only thing to do is going and seeing him.
j) Ask him to come in. Don't keep him standing at the door.
