A woman with a Matrimonial Purpose would be quite capable of gaining access by balloon to my turret window.

Is it not my Aunt Jessica's design melodramatically to abduct me in a yacht?
"Once aboard the pirate lugger, and the man is ours!" she cries.
But the man is not coming aboard the pirate lugger.

He is going to keep as far as he possibly can from the shore.

Neither is he to be lured into bringing his lovely Mohammedan ward with him, as an evidence of good faith and unimpeachable morals.

They can regard her as a Mohammedan ward or a houri or a Princess of Babylon, just as they choose.
Pasquale must be right.