"To men, it is a bitter regret." To me he had spoken differently of his pain.
"Then be generous, Little Max, and give me the sweet memory," said the girl, carried away by the swirling impulse of her heart.
"You will not need it," answered Max.

"Your lot will be different from mine." "Yes, it will be different, Max--it will be worse," she cried passionately, almost in tears.

"I think I shall kill myself when you leave Burgundy." She paused and turned fiercely upon him, "Give me the promise I ask.

I demand at least that consolation as my right--as a poor return for what you take from me." Max gently took her hand, which was at once lost in his great clasp.
"Fraeulein, I will not leave Burgundy within a month, whatever the consequences may be," he said tenderly.
"Upon your honor ?" she asked, joyously clapping her hands.
"Every promise I make, Fraeulein, is on my honor," said Max, seriously.
"So it is, Little Max, so it is," she answered gently.

Then they rose and came to the table where Castleman and I were sitting.
Yolanda had gained her point and was joyful over her victory.
Frau Katherine was asleep in a high-backed chair.