Her manner was provokingly deliberate.

She took a box of marshmallows from beneath the counter.
"There are some here," she said, "but I'm afraid they aren't very fresh.
The fresh ones, those that have just come, are in a box in the back room.

That box hasn't been opened yet.

If you can wait I'll open it for you." Young Smith said nothing.

Miss Keith, however, spoke her mind.
"Of course we can't wait," she declared.