But you were not; you were merely acting the part of a vulgar boor.

Or perhaps you had a vague idea that you were going to do as you please." He placed his knife and fork down and looked at her.

Her manner was irritating; her quiet, direct glances disconcerted him.

He could not fail to see that he had signally failed in his effort to disturb her.
In fact, it became very plain to him as he watched her that she was serenely conscious of her power over him, as a teacher is conscious of her authority over an unruly pupil, and that, like a teacher, she was quietly determined to be the victor.
The thought angered Calumet.

There was in his mind a desire to humble her, to crush her, to break her spirit, to drag her down to his own level where he could fight her with his own weapons.