Afterward, if I prove worthy, call me princess." "We will call you a princess now, Your Highness," answered Max, not to be driven from his position.
"Very well," cried Yolanda, with a laugh and a sweeping courtesy.

"If you will have me a princess, a princess I'll be.

But I will not be the Princess of Burgundy.

She saved your life, and I am jealous of her--I hate her." She stamped her foot, and the angry gleam in her eyes was genuine.

There could be no doubt that she was jealous of the princess.