"You know Burgundy and France are natural enemies, like the cat and the dog.

I have little love for the French.

I speak only from hearsay." "You will do well to learn to like them," I suggested.

"Burgundy itself will soon be French, if the Princess Mary weds the Dauphin." By speaking freely of the princess, I hoped Yolanda might believe that, whatever my surmises were concerning her identity, I did not suspect that she was Mademoiselle de Burgundy.
Yolanda sighed, but did not answer.

Silence fell upon our little party, and after a long pause I turned to Twonette:-- "I remember that Franz told me at Basel, Fraeulein Twonette, that you and this famous Princess Mary of Burgundy were friends." "Yes," answered Twonette, with an effort not to smile, "she has, at times, honored me with her notice." "Out of that fact grows Twonette's serene dignity," laughed Yolanda.