"Did you not command me to address you as Fraeulein or Yolanda ?" "My name, sir, is not Yolanda.

You have made a sad mistake," said the princess, drawing herself up to her full height.

Then I thought of Yolanda's words when she told me that she resembled the princess as one pea resembles another.
The girl trembled, and even in the dim light I could see the gleam of anger in her eyes.

I was endeavoring to frame a suitable apology when she spoke again:-- "Fraeulein! Yolanda! Sir, your courtesy is scant to give me these names.
I do not know you, and--did I not tell you that if you made this mistake with the princess you would not so easily correct it?
That I--you--Blessed Virgin! I have betrayed myself.

I knew I should.