But when he looked brazenly at her he saw her regarding him with a direct, disdainful gaze.

He understood.

She was surprised and indignant over the action, possibly shocked over his cool assumption, but she was not going to lose her composure.
"Well," he said, keenly enjoying the situation and determined to torment her further, "set down.

I reckon we'll grub." "Thank you," she mocked, with quick sarcasm; "I was wondering whether you would ask us.

Grandpa," she added, turning to Malcolm, "won't you join us?
Mr.Marston has been so polite and thoughtful that we certainly ought not to refuse his invitation." She drew out a chair for Malcolm and stood beside it while he shuffled forward and hesitatingly slipped into it, watching Calumet furtively.
Then she moved quietly and gracefully to another chair, directly opposite Calumet.
Her sarcasm had no perceptible effect on Calumet.