And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it's not your grandfather only.
You're cut out all the way round.

I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England.

There are the Warburtons and the Mannings--and you're related to the Otways, aren't you?
I read it all in some magazine," he added.
"The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied.
"Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved.
"Well," said Katharine, "I don't see that you've proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way.

He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her.
He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her annoyance faded.

She appeared to be considering many things.