YOLANDA THE SORCERESS Several days passed, during which we saw the Castlemans frequently.

One evening after supper, when we were all sitting in the parlor, Yolanda enticed Max to an adjoining room, on the excuse of showing him an ancient piece of tapestry.

When it had been examined, she seated herself on a window bench and indicated a chair for Max near by.

Among much that was said I quote the following from memory, as Max told me afterward:-- "So you are from Italy, Sir Max ?" queried Yolanda, stealing a glance at his ring.
"Yes," returned Max.
"From what part, may I ask ?" continued the girl, with a slight inclination of her head to one side and a flash from beneath the preposterously long lashes toward his hand.
"From--from Rome," stammered Max, halting at even so small a lie.
"Ah, Sir Karl said you were from Lombardy," answered the girl.
"Well--that is--originally, perhaps, I was," he returned.
"Perhaps your family lives in both places ?" she asked very seriously.
"Yes, that is the way of it," he responded.
"Were you born in both places ?" asked Yolanda, without the shadow of a smile.

Max was thinking of the little lie he was telling and did not analyze her question.
"No," he answered, in simple honesty, "you see I could not be born in two places.