"On the strength of this acquaintance she quite lords it over us at times, and is always reminding me of the many haughty virtues of her friend as a pattern that I should follow.

You see, I am incessantly confronted with this princess." I thought it was a pretty piece of acting, though the emphasis of her dislike for the princess was unmistakably genuine.
"The duke has graciously invited us to the castle," I said, "and I hope to have the honor of seeing the princess." When I spoke of the duke's invitation, I at once caught Yolanda's attention.
"You will not meet the princess if you go to the castle," said Yolanda.
"She is an ill-natured person, I am told, and is far from gracious to strangers." "I do not hope for such an honor," I replied.

"I should like merely to see her before I leave Burgundy.

That is all the favor I ask at her hands.

She is a lady famed throughout all Europe for her beauty and her gentleness." "She doesn't merit her fame," responded Yolanda, carefully examining her hands folded in her lap, and glancing nervously toward Max.
"Do you know Her Highness ?" I asked.
"I--I have heard enough of her and have often seen her," she replied.
"She usually rides out with her ladies at this hour.