So long as you remember them, however, your whereabouts are indifferent to me." The young man laughed a little nervously.
"You're not over-cordial!" Maraton shrugged his shoulders.
"The world in which you live," he remarked, "is a training school, I suppose, for false sentiment.

The slight kinship that there is between us is of no account to me.

I simply remind you once more that it is to your advantage to neither know me or to know of me.

Remember that, and it may be London or Paris or New York--wherever you choose." The young man remounted his coach, and Maraton passed on.

He walked without a pause to the square in which his house was situated.