It seemed to say, "Do not be too sure that you will never say it again," but she said nothing.

After a moment she suggested:-- "Shall we return, Sir Max ?" They rose, and as they started back to Basel he remarked:-- "The words 'Little Max' on your lips sounded sweet to me, Fraeulein.
They bring home to me the voice of my mother, and though I should not care to hear another speak them, still, the words are very pretty on your lips, and I like them." Yolanda glanced quickly up to him with radiant eyes.

He caught the glance, and the last vestige of his ideal, Mary of Burgundy, left his heart, driven out by the very real little enchantress that walked by his side..