The eyes and dimples came quickly to Antoinette, who presented me to her "Cousin Fraeulein Yolanda Castleman." Fraeulein Yolanda bowed with a grace one would not expect to find in a burgher girl, and said with the condescension of a princess:-- "Sir Karl, you pleasure me." I was not prepared for her manner.

She probably was _not_ Antoinette's maid.

A pause followed my presentation which might have been meant by the brown-eyed maid as permission to withdraw.

But I was for having further words with Antoinette.

She, however, stepped back from her cousin, and, if I was to remain, I must speak to my lady Fraeulein Yolanda Castleman or remain silent, so I asked,-- "Do you reside in Basel, Fraeulein ?" "No, no," she replied, with no touch of bourgeois confusion, "I am a Burgundian.