With her head tilted back, Jean returned the look.
"Oh, all right--all right," he surrendered finally.

"Read that paper.
That ought to satisfy you that we ain't trespassing here or anywhere else.

And if you'd kindly,"-- and Mr.Burns emphasized the word "kindly,"-- "remove yourself to some other spot that is just as comfortable--" Jean did not even hear him, once she had the paper in her hands and had begun to read it.

So Robert Grant Burns folded his arms across his heaving chest and watched her and studied her and measured her with his mind while she read.

He saw the pulling together of her eyebrows, and the pinching of her under-lip between her teeth.