A LIVE WREN PIE The next day came the invitation to sup at Castleman's, and we were on hand promptly at the appointed time--four o'clock.

Before leaving the inn I had determined to ask Castleman to satisfy my curiosity concerning Yolanda.

With good reason I felt that it was my duty and my right to know certainly who she was.

She might not be Mary of Burgundy, but she surely was not a burgher girl, and in some manner she was connected with the court of Duke Charles.
Max and I were sitting in the long room (it was on the ground floor and extended across the entire front of the house) with Castleman when Frau Kate entered followed by Yolanda and Twonette.

The frau courtesied, and gave us welcome.