It was her estate you loved." "No, no," said Max, earnestly.

"I ardently desired--" "Perhaps if you were to see her, your enthusiasm would vanish," said Yolanda, interrupting him almost sharply.

"My magic tells me she is a squat little creature, with a wizened face; her eyes are sharp and black, and her nose is a-peak, not unlike mine.

That, she is sour and peevish of temper, as I am, there can be no doubt.

And, although she be great and rich as the Princess of Burgundy, I warrant you she is not one whit handsomer nor kinder in disposition than I." Max started on hearing Mary of Burgundy's name, but quickly recovering himself said:-- "I would not wish her better than you in any respect.