"You told me you were from Italy." "So I am," I replied.
"Now you say _we_ have an adage in Styria," she returned, amused at my discomfiture.

"I hope you have not been wandering from the path of truth in your long journey, Sir Karl." "No farther than yourself, Fraeulein," I answered.
A frown came instantly to her face and, after a moment's hesitation, she retorted:-- "Ah, but I am a woman; I am privileged to wander a little way from the narrow road.

A man may protect himself with his sword and battle-axe, and need never stray.

A woman's defence lies in her wit and her tongue." The frown deepened, and she turned sharply upon me: "But in what respect, pray, have I wandered?
I have not spoken a word to you which has not been the exact truth.

If I have left anything untold, it is because I do not wish to tell it, in which case, of course, you would not wish to pry." Her audacity amused me, and though I knew I ought to hold my tongue, I could not resist saying:-- "I have asked no questions, Fraeulein." Yolanda cast a surprised glance toward me and then broke into a merry laugh.
"That is to say _I_ have asked too many questions.