"He has a daughter, the Princess Mary, who will inherit Burgundy.

She is said to be as gentle as her father is violent.
Castleman tells me that she is gracious and kind to those beneath her, and, in my opinion, that is the true stamp of greatness." Those were healthful words for Max.
"The really great and good have no need to assert their qualities," I answered.
"Castleman often speaks of the princess," said Franz.

"He tells me that his daughter Antoinette and the Princess Mary have been friends since childhood--that is, of course, so far as persons so widely separated by birth and station can be friends." I briefly told Max what Franz had said concerning Castleman, and the young fellow was delighted at the prospect of an early start for Peronne.
In Max's awakening, the radiance of his ideal may have been dimmed, but if so, the words of Franz restored its lustre.

If the boy's fancy had wandered, it quickly returned to the lady of Burgundy.
I asked Franz if Duke Charles lived at Peronne.
"No, he lives at Ghent," he answered; "but on rare occasions he visits Peronne, which is on the French border.

Duke Philip once lived there, but Charles keeps Peronne only as his watch-tower to overlook his old enemy, France.