They know he's a strong young fellow and she's a beautiful girl and absolutely in his power--see what I mean ?--but he's a gentleman through and through and never lays a hand on her.

Get that?
Then later along comes this Ben Ali Ahab--" The Montague girl glanced again at the face of the strange young man whose eyes had held a new expression for her, but she and Mr.Henshaw and the so-called governor and all those other diners who rattled thick crockery and talked unendingly had ceased to exist for Merton Gill.
A dozen tables down the room and nearer the door sat none other than Beulah Baxter.

Alone at her table, she gazed raptly aloft, meditating perhaps some daring new feat.

Merton Gill stared, entranced, frozen.
The Montague girl perfectly understood this look and traced it to its object.

Then she surveyed Merton Gill again with something faintly like pity in her shrewd eyes.