"I guess lots," she said, but proffered no explanation of her shrewd conclusion.
Young Seton greeted Merefleet with less cordiality than he had displayed on the previous evening.

There was a suggestion of caution in his manner that created a somewhat unfavourable impression in Merefleet's mind.
Already he was beginning to wonder how these two came to be thus isolated in the forgotten little town of Old Silverstrand.

It was not a natural state of affairs.

Neither the girl with her marvellous beauty, nor the man with his peculiar concentration of purpose, was a fitting figure for such a background.

They were out of place--most noticeably so.
Merefleet was the very last man to make observations of such a description.