"I think I warned you once that one day you would misunderstand my friendship for you." Hamil straightened up, looking him coldly in the eye.
"Malcourt," he said, "there is no reason for the slightest pretence between us.

I don't like you; I don't dislike you; I simply don't take you into consideration at all.

The accident of your intrusion into a woman's life is not going to make any more difference to me than it has already made, nor can it affect my complete liberty and freedom to do and say what I choose." "I am not sure that I understand you, Hamil." "Well, you can certainly understand this: that my regard for--Mrs.
Malcourt--does not extend to you; that it is neither modified nor hampered by the fact that you happen to exist, or that she now bears your name." Malcourt's face had lost its colour.

He began slowly: "There is no reason, I think--" "I don't care what you think!" said Hamil.

"It is not of any consequence to me, nor will it govern me in any manner." He made a contemptuous gesture toward the garden.