She did not care to hide from him its true condition.

On the contrary she wished him to be as sure of her as she was of him, for after all that would be the only satisfaction they would ever know.
I argued: If Yolanda were the princess, betrothed to the Dauphin, the gulf between her and Max was as impassable as if she were a burgher girl.

In neither case could she hope to marry him.

Therefore, her girlish wooing was but the outcry of nature and was without boldness.
The paramount instinct of all nature is to flower.

Even the frozen Alpine rock sends forth its edelweiss, and the heart of a princess is first the heart of a woman, and must blossom when its spring comes.