Affects you.

Means something to you." "Oh, hold on! I'm floundering beyond my depth! Help! help!" Azalea put her hands over her ears and shook her head, laughing at Van Reypen's earnest face as he racked his brain for further explanatory phrases.
"I won't stop! I'm in earnest.

I _want_ to matter--to mean something to you! I want to count with you--" "Kipling says, 'let all men count with you, and none too much.'" "Well, I'd rather count too much than not at all.

Oh, Azalea,--you do understand me, don't you?
Let me count, dear,--let me count for everything in your life--" Azalea Thorpe couldn't believe her ears.

What Van Reypen was saying seemed as if it could have but one meaning,--yet that was impossible! Philip Van Reypen, the high-born, aristocratic Philip, couldn't be seriously interested in a crude, ignorant Western girl! "Thank you, Phil," she said, resolving to accept his words as a sign of friendship, "you're awfully good to me, and your friendship counts.