She was the child Yolanda.
"As I hope for salvation, no, I will not tell Sir Max," I responded.
"Sometime I will give you my reasons," she said.
"I wish none," I replied.
After a short pause, she went on, still weeping gently:-- "If I must go to France, Sir Karl, you may come there to be my Lord Chamberlain.

Perhaps Max should not come, since I shall be the wife of another, and--and there would surely be trouble.

Max should not come." She stepped quickly to my side.

Her hand fell, and she grasped mine for an instant under the folds of her cloak; then she ran from the passage, and I went to the room where Max and Hymbercourt were waiting.
After a few moments the duke joined us.

Wine was served, but Charles did not drink.