You have got the Englishman here; keep him somehow--unless you want him to leave Oily Dave's hotel feet foremost, that is." Katherine gasped, and the words she would have uttered stuck fast in her throat.

A man's life had been thrust into her keeping, and she must guard it as best she might.
"I wish you would tell----" she began falteringly, then a door creaked at the far end of the store, and the Yankee straightened himself with great promptitude, ready for instant departure.
"Well, good morning, Miss! Beautiful thaw, ain't it now?
I should think the mouth of the river must go bust before to-morrow;" and with a flourish of his very seedy old hat the citizen of the United States walked out of the store.

He did not often lift his hat to anyone; for, believing that all men were equal, such observance struck him as servile.

But Katherine had a way with her that compelled respect; moreover, she was a downright gritty girl, as he expressed it: so the hat-flourish was really a tribute to her strength of character.
As he went out of the door, Jervis Ferrars came hobbling out from the bedroom leaning on Miles.

Dressed in 'Duke Radford's working clothes, he looked like an ordinary working man, except for that indefinable air of culture which clung to him.
"I am going to see to your father now, Miss Radford.