As you have said, she is a little witch.

But beneath her laughter there is a rare show of tenderness and strength, which at times seems pathetic and almost elfin.

You are right, Karl.

I will devote myself to Twonette hereafter.

She is like a feather-bed in that she cannot be injured by a blow, neither can she give one; but Yolanda--ah, Karl, she is like a priceless jewel that may be shattered by a blow and may blind one by its radiance." But Max's devotion to Twonette was a failure.