It asked only the privilege of giving, and would take nothing in return because it could not give all.

If Yolanda were Mary of Burgundy, Max might one day have a reward worthy of his virtue.

Yolanda's sweetness and beauty and Mary's rich domain would surely be commensurate with the noblest virtue.

I was not willing that Max should cease wooing Yolanda--if I might give that word to his conduct--until I should know certainly that she was not the princess.
This, I admit, was cruel indifference to Yolanda's peace of mind or pain of heart, if Max should win her love and desert her.
Because of a faint though dazzling ray of hope, I encouraged Max after this to visit the bridge over the moat, dangerous though it was; and each night I received an account of his doings.

Usually the account was brief and pointless.