Mother invented a burgher girl's costume that I used to wear as an under-bodice and petticoat, so, you see, I have been visiting you in my petticoats.

I will show you some fine day--perhaps.

I have but to unfasten a half-score of hooks, and off drops the princess--I am Yolanda! I throw a skirt over my head, fasten the hooks of a bodice, don my head-dress, and behold! the princess once more.

Only a moment intervenes between happiness and wretchedness.

But tell me, Sir Karl, have you ever told Sir Max who I am ?" "Never, Your Highness--" "Yolanda," she interrupted, correcting me smilingly.
"Never, Yolanda," I responded.