Certainly there was mockery in her voice when she answered him.
"Indeed!" she said.

"I presume I am to take that as a compliment ?" "But you will be a fool if you cotton up to Neal Taggart," he continued, paying no attention to her question.

"I know men.
Taggart's a no good fourflusher, an' no woman can be anything if she takes up with him." She looked at him with a dazzling smile.

In the smile were those qualities that he had noticed during his other conversations with her when he had accused her of meeting Taggart secretly--mirth, tempered with doubt.

Also, just now there was enjoyment.
"I feel flattered to think that you are taking that much interest in me," she said.