This from a burgher girl of Peronne to a prince of the House of Hapsburg! The good duke and duchess would have swooned with horror had they known of it.

Max was inclined to be angry, but, unfortunately for his ill-humor, he caught a glimpse of her face, and he, too, laughed.
"I fear I am a great fool," he said.

Yolanda did not contradict him.

She simply shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "That unfortunate condition is apt, at times, to overtake the best of men." Soon our little cavalcade came together, and we rode, laughing, and all talking at once, for a league or more.
Our road had parted from the river at one of its great bends, and for an hour we had been slowly climbing a long hill.

When we reached the top, we unsaddled for dinner in the shade of a tree by the wayside.