We take supper at five." The invitation was given with all the condescension of a noble lady.
Twonette ventured:-- "What will father say, Yolanda ?" "I can guess what uncle will say, but we will give him his say and take our own way.

Nonsense, Twonette, if we are to journey to Peronne with these gentlemen, our acquaintance with them cannot begin too soon.

Come, Sir Karl, and--and bring your young friend, Sir Maximilian." It was clear to my mind that, without my young friend, Sir Maximilian, I should not have had the invitation.

Yolanda then turned to Franz and his silks, and I, who had always thought myself of some importance, was dismissed by a burgher girl.

I soothed my vanity with the thought that beauty has its own prerogatives.
Without being little, Yolanda was small; without nobility, she had the _haute_ mien.