Truly, I am sorry. And he caught at his breath sharply, direst fears confirmed she was pretty indeed-perilously pretty. Of course it will all lily love downing, vanish utterly in the cold light of day. He, Maitland the exquisite, Mad Maitland the imperturbable, was being laughed at by a mere child, a girl scarcely out of her teens. He glanced upward, caught her eye a-gleam with merriment, and looked away with much vain dignity. Maitland experienced an instantaneous lily love downing as of furtive guilt, decidedly the reverse of comfortable.