"Hold that," he said.

"No, wait." He spoke to Merton's companion.

"You change seats a minute with Miss Montague, as if you'd got tired of him--see what I mean?
Miss Montague--Miss Montague." The Spanish girl arose, seeming not wholly pleased at this bit of directing.

The Montague girl came to the table.

She was a blithesome sprite in a salmon-pink dancing frock.