That's all bosh about respect.

I respect you more than any woman I ever met.

And it's my business to take care of you." "No, it's not your business," said the girl bravely, "and I can't let you.
I'm nothing to you, you know." "You're every--that is--why, you surely know you're a great deal to me.
Why, you saved my life, you know!" "Yes, and you saved mine.

That was beautiful, but that's all." "Isn't that enough?
What are you made of, anyway, to sit there when there's so much to be done, and those villains on our track, and insist that you won't be saved ?' Respect you! Why, a lion in the wilderness would have to respect you.

You're made of iron and steel and precious stones.
You've the courage of a--a--I was going to say a man but I mean an angel.
You're pure as snow, and true as the heavenly blue, and firm as a rock; and, if I had never respected you before, I would have to now.