"There have been so many changes within the last few weeks that I have taken it off, and--and I shall cease to wear it." "Then give it to me, Sir Max," she cried excitedly.
"I may not do that, Fraeulein," answered Max.

"It was given to me by one I respect." "I know who the lady is," answered Yolanda, tossing her head saucily and speaking with a dash of irritation in her voice.
"Ah, you do ?" asked Max.

"Tell me now, my little witch, who is the lady?
If you know so much tell me." Yolanda lifted her eyes solemnly toward heaven, invoking the help of her never failing familiar spirit.
"I see an unhappy lady," she said, speaking in a low whisper, "whose father is one of the richest and greatest princes in all the world.

A few evenings ago while we were standing on the moat bridge talking, I saw the lady's father on the battlements of yonder terrible castle.

His form seemed magnified against the sky till it was of unearthly size and terrible to look on--doubly terrible to those who know him.