They're not anything to me beyond mere entertainment.

Oh, I like them, of course.

Lane Cross is a dear in his way, and so is Gardner Knowles.
They have all been nice to me." Cowperwood's gorge rose at her calling Lane Cross dear.

It incensed him, and yet he held his peace.
"Do give me your word that there will never be anything between you and any of these men so long as you are friendly with me ?" he almost pleaded--a strange role for him.

"I don't care to share you with any one else.