I turned quickly toward the princess, expecting to see a sparkle of mirth in her eyes, but Yolanda's ever present smile was wholly lacking.

The countenance of the princess was calm, immovable, and expressionless as a mirror.

I could hardly believe that it was the radiant, bedimpled, pouting face I had just seen at Castleman's, and for the first time in all my experience I realized that I was face to face with a dual personality.

The transformation was so complete that I might easily have been duped had I not known beyond peradventure the identity of Yolanda and Mary.
After the duke had kindly saluted Max, His Grace presented us to the ladies.

When the princess rose to receive us, she seemed at least half a head taller than Yolanda.