"What do you make then of what I wanted ?" "I don't make anything, any more than of what you've got.

That's exactly the point.

I don't put myself out to do so--I never have; I take from you all I can get, all you've provided for me, and I leave you to make of your own side of the matter what you can.

There you are--the rest is your own affair.

I don't even pretend to concern myself--!" "To concern yourself-- ?" He watched her as she faintly faltered, looking about her now so as not to keep always meeting his face.
"With what may have REALLY become of you.