It was not premeditated.

It just happened." She did not wait for either of them to speak, but flashed the two a swift smile and passed down the promenade.
The music had ceased and the cabins at last were emptying themselves of life.
"A remarkable young woman," Alan remarked.

"I imagine that the spirit of Captain Miles Standish may be a little proud of this particular olive-branch.

A chip off the old block, you might say.

One would almost suppose he had married Priscilla and this young lady was a definite though rather indirect result." He had a curious way of laughing without any more visible manifestation of humor than spoken words.