Still, the conviction was strong with him that Yolanda was Mary.
"If--if you are the princess, Yo--Yolanda," said Max, evidently wavering, "it were ungracious to deceive me." "But I _am_ the princess," cried Yolanda, lifting her head and walking majestically to and fro.

"Address me not by that low, plebeian name, Yolanda." She stepped upon a chair and thence to the top of the great oak table that stood in the middle of the room.

Drawing the chair up after her she placed it on the table, and, seating herself on this improvised throne, lifted one knee over the other, after the manner of her father.

She looked serenely about her in a most amusing imitation of the duke, and spoke with a deep voice:-- "Heralds!" No one responded.

So she filled the office of herald herself and cried out:-- "Oyez! Oyez! The princess now gives audience!" Resuming the ducal voice, she continued, "Are there complaints, my Lord Seneschal ?" A pause.