But over and above all she had a sweet charm of manner, a saucy gentleness, and a kindly grace that made her irresistible.

When she smiled, one felt like thanking God for the benediction.
That evening at five o'clock Max and I supped with Frau Franz.

The good frau and her husband sat at either end of the table, Castleman, his daughter, and Yolanda occupied one side, while I sat by Max opposite them.

If Castleman had offered objection to the arrangement, he had been silenced.
I was especially anxious that Max should devote himself to Twonette, but, as I had expected, Yolanda's attractions were far too great to be resisted.

There was a slight Walloon accent in her French and German (we all spoke both languages) that gave to her voice an exquisite cadence.