I don't care what you think.

I will never, never forget what you have done for me." Maitland flung a swift glance at McNish and was startled at the look of rage, of agonised rage, that convulsed his face.
"My dear Annette," he said, with a light laugh, "don't make too much of it.

I was glad to help Tony and you.

Why shouldn't I help old friends ?" As he was speaking they heard the sound of a door closing and looking about, Jack found that McNish had gone, to be followed by Tony a moment or two later.
"Oh, never mind him," cried Annette, answering Jack's look of surprise.
"He has to go to work.

And it doesn't matter in the least." Jack was vaguely disturbed by McNish's sudden disappearance.
"But, Annette," he said, "I don't want McNish to think that I--that you--" "What ?" She leaned toward him, her face all glowing with warm and eager light, her eyes aflame, her bosom heaving.