"Her Highness, perhaps, is of Yolanda's complexion and stature,--so Yolanda has told me,--and your imagination has furnished the rest." "Perhaps that is true," said I, fearing that I had already spoken too freely.
So my great riddle was at last solved! The Fates had answered when I "gave it up." I was so athrill with the sweet assurance that Yolanda was the princess that I feared my secret would leap from my eyes or spring unbidden from my lips.
I cast about in my mind for Yolanda's reasons in wishing to remain Yolanda to Max, and I could find none save the desire to win his heart as a burgher girl.

That, indeed, would be a triumph.

She knew that every marriageable prince in Europe coveted her wealth and her estates.

The most natural desire that she or any girl could have would be to find a worthy man who would seek her for her own sake.

As Yolanda, she offered no inducement save herself.