"I have heard so much about you, and I am going to call you Ranald, as they all do." "How lovely!" sighed De Lacy.
Her greeting warmed Ranald's heart that somehow had been chilled in the meeting.

Something was wrong.

Was it this fop of a soldier, or had Maimie changed?
Ranald glanced at her face.

No, she was the same, only more beautiful than he had dreamed.
But while she was shaking hands with him, there flashed across his mind the memory of the first time he had seen her, and the look of amusement upon her face then, that had given him such deadly offense.

There was no amusement now, but there was embarrassment and something else.