Inwardly he was intensely satisfied.

His action in seating himself at the table without invitation angered Betty, as he had intended it should.
"Some shocked, eh ?" he said, helping himself to some bacon and fried potatoes, and passing them to her when he had finished with them.
"Shocked ?" she returned calmly, unconcernedly supplying herself with food from the dishes she had taken from him, "Oh, my, no.

You see, from what your father told me about you, I rather expected you to be a brute." "Aw, Betty," came Malcolm's voice, raised in mild remonstrance; "you hadn't ought to--" "If you please, grandpa," Betty interrupted him, and he subsided and glanced anxiously at Calumet, into whose face had come a dash of dark color.

He swallowed a mouthful of bacon before he answered Betty.
"Then you ain't disappointed," he sneered.
She rested her hands on the table beside her plate, the knife and fork poised, and regarded him with a frank gaze.
"No, I am not disappointed.

You quite meet my expectations.