I could not account for her unique attitude toward herself save on one hypothesis: she was, even to herself, two distinct persons.

Yolanda was a happy burgher girl; Mary was a wretched princess.

The two widely differing conditions under which she lived were so distinct, and were separated by a gulf so broad, that to her the princess and the burgher girl were in no way related.
With change of condition there was always a change of person.

The unhappy princess would come down the stairway in the wall; God would kindly touch her, and lo! she was transformed into a happy Yolanda.
Yolanda's light feet would climb the dark stone steps, and God was once more a frowning father.

There must also be added Max's share in her emotions.