I came to hear it," she answered softly, hanging her head.
"I may not speak, Fraeulein," he replied, with a deep, regretful sigh.
"What I said to you on the road from Basel will be true as long as I live, but we agreed that it should not again be spoken between us.

For your sake more than for mine it is better that I remain silent." Yolanda hung her head, while her fingers were nervously busy with the points of her bodice.

She uttered a low laugh, flashed her eyes upon him for an instant, and again the long lashes shaded them.
"You need not be _too_ considerate for my sake, Sir Max," she whispered; "though--though I confess that I never supposed any man could bring me to this condition of boldness." Max caught her hands, and, clasping them between his own, drew the girl toward him.

The top of her head was below his chin, and the delicious scent from her hair intoxicated his senses.

She felt his great frame tremble with emotion, and a thrill of exquisite delight sped through every fibre of her body, warming every drop of blood in her veins.