Why do you say that ?" "Yes, you care," she flared.

"I know how you care.

Well, I'll just tell you one thing"-- rage at his indifference was driving her on--"I am in love with Lynde, and what's more, I'm his mistress.

And I'll continue to be.

But what do you care?
Pshaw!" Her eyes blazed hotly, her color rose high and strong.