He is a good-looking lamb-like little fellow, and he is worth forty thousand pounds; but I don't believe it!" "Don't believe it, then.

What you believe, or what you disbelieve, is a matter of perfect indifference to me," said Rose, looking straight before her with compressed lips.
"I don't believe that, either.

What is the use of saying such things to me ?" "Mr.Stanford, do you mean to insult me ?" demanded Rose furiously.

"Let me go this instant.

Fetch me back to the rest.