She was certainly willing, but Yolanda would have none of it, and with no equivocation gave every one to understand as much.

Still, she held Max at a respectful distance.
In fact, this Yolanda handled us all as a juggler tosses his balls.

Max must not be too attentive to her, and he must not be at all attentive to Twonette.

In this arrangement Twonette acquiesced.

She would not dare to lift her eyes to one upon whom Yolanda was looking! Here was illustrated the complete supremacy of mind over matter.
Castleman, Twonette, Franz and his frau, Max and I, all danced when the tiny white hand of Yolanda pulled the strings.