In fact, Abel was several times surprised by the uncommon spirit of Sligo's replies.
"What is it ?" said Abel to himself, with a flash of the black eyes that was startling.
All the evening he felt particularly belligerent toward Sligo Moultrie; and yet a close observer would have discovered no occasion in the conduct of the young man for such a feeling upon Abel's part.

Mr.Moultrie sat quietly by the side of Grace Plumer--"as if somehow he had a right to sit there," thought Abel Newt, who resolved to discover if indeed he had a right.
During that visit, however, he had no chance.

Moultrie sat persistently, and so did Abel.

The clock pointed to eleven, and still they did not move.

It was fairly toward midnight when Abel rose to leave, and at the same moment Sligo Moultrie rose also.