His silence needed no explanation to Yolanda, and she continued laughingly:-- "Yes, I almost wept.

Perhaps I did weep.

I will not say truly that I did not, Sir Max, but within an hour I was laughing at my foolish self and feared that you, too, would be laughing at me.

I wondered if in all the world there was another burgher maiden so great a fool as to lift her eyes to a mighty lord, or to think that he could lower his eyes to her with true intent." At that point in the conversation I felt that the seal upon Max's lips would not stand another attack.

It was sure to melt; so I rode to Yolanda's side and interrupted the interesting colloquy.
Max supposed the girl to be of the burgher class, and if by any chance she were Mary of Burgundy, he might ruin his future, should he become too insistent upon his rank in explaining the reasons why he could not follow the path of his inclinations.