The words could have come from no other lips than Yolanda's--Mary's.

True, I reasoned, Yolanda might be one of the ladies of the court, perhaps a near relative of the duke.

Once the horrifying thought that he was her lover came to my mind, but it fled instantly.

There was no evil in Yolanda.
Max did not hear the voice.

I intended to tell him of it when we should reach the inn, and I thought to tell him also that I believed Yolanda was the Princess Mary.