"So it appears."
"Now you are angry."
"I am."
"What about?"
"Your indifference."
"Foolish fellow!" she said playfully.
"Oh, yes, it is very easy to say that; but I feel I have cause to be angry. You pretend to love me, yet you can leave me here in the room, and chatter away to any fool who pleases to accost you. One would think I was indifferent to you."
"One would think! who would? would you? What does it matter to you if the world thinks me indifferent to you?"
"It matters a great deal."
"How so?"