I was your friend yesterday.

Am I any less your friend to-day?
True enough, I am Tony's boss, but Tony is my friend--that is, if he wants to have it so.

You must believe this, Annette." He offered her his hand.

With a sudden impulse she took it in both of hers and held it hard against her breast, her eyes meanwhile burning into his with a look of adoration, open and unashamed.

She apparently forgot the others in the room.
"Jack," she cried, her voice thrilling with passion, "I don't care what you are.