I'll probably see you sometime during the day." He had gone on to his hotel.

But he had no intention of seeing the Montague girl on the morrow, nor of being seen by her.

He would keep out of that girl's way whatever else he did.

She would ask him if everything was jake, and where was his overcoat, and a lot of silly questions about matters that should not concern her.
He was in two minds about the girl now.

Beneath an unreasonable but very genuine resentment that she should have doubled for Beulah Baxter-as if she had basely cheated him of his most cherished ideal-there ran an undercurrent of reluctant but very profound admiration for her prowess.
She had done some thrilling things and seemed to make nothing of it.
Through this admiration there ran also a thread of hostility because he, himself, would undoubtedly be afraid to attempt her lightest exploit.
Not even the trifling feat he had just witnessed, for he had never learned to swim.