He was almost insanely self-willed.

It did his dark soul good to triumph over this "circus rider." As Joel Mazarine preceded him, Orlando looked up at the window again.
For one instant the beautiful, pale face of the girl-wife appeared, and then vanished.
At the doorway of the house Orlando Guise stumbled.

That was an unusual thing to happen to him.

He was too athletic to step carelessly, and yet he stumbled and giggled.

It was not a fatuous giggle, however.