This trouble has come from Calli and Campo-Basso." "But you say this young man is from Styria ?" asked Castleman, anxiously.
"Yes," replied Yolanda, drooping her head, "he is Maximilian, Count of Hapsburg." "Great God!" exclaimed Castleman, starting to his feet excitedly.

"If I have brought these men here to be murdered, I shall die of grief; all Europe will turn upon Burgundy." Yolanda buried her face in Mother Kate's breast; Castleman walked to and fro, and sympathetic Twonette wept gently.

It was not in Twonette's nature to do anything violently.

Yolanda, on the contrary, was intense in all her joys and griefs.
"Did Sir Max tell you who he is ?" asked Castleman, stopping in front of Yolanda.
"No," she replied, "I will tell you some day how I guessed it.

He does not know that I know, and I would not have you tell him." "Tell me, Yolanda," demanded Castleman, "what has passed between you and this Sir Max ?" "Nothing, uncle, save that I know--ah, uncle, there is nothing.