You came back to me." "Did you not know that I would come ?" he asked.
"Ah, indeed, I knew--you are not one that makes a promise to break it.
Sometimes it is difficult to induce such a man to give his word, and I found it so, but once given it is worth having--worth having, Little Max." She smiled up into his face while she spoke, as if to say, "You gave me a deal of trouble, but at last I have captured you." "Did you so greatly desire the promise, Yolanda ?" asked Max, solely for the pleasure of hearing her answer.
"Yes," she answered softly, hanging her head, "more than any _man_, can know.

It must be an intense longing that will drive a modest girl to boldness, such as I have shown ever since the day I first met you at dear old Basel.

It almost broke my heart when father--fatherland--when Burgundy made war on Switzerland." The word "land" was a lucky thought, and came to the girl just in the nick of time.
Max was too much interested in the girl to pay close attention to any slips she might make about the war with Switzerland.

It is true he was now a soldier, and war was all right in its place; but there are things in life compared with which the wars of nations are trivial affairs.

All subjects save one were unwelcome to him.
"Now I am going to ask a promise from you, Fraeulein," said Max, loosening his hand from her grasp and placing his arm about her waist.
She offered no objections to the new situation, but blushed and looked down demurely to her folded hands.
"It will, I fear, be very easy for you, Max, to induce me to promise anything you wish.