What I wish is that your desire should be great enough to keep you when I ask you to remain." "I may not think of myself or my own desires, Fraeulein," he answered.
"Like the lady of Burgundy, I was shackled at my birth." "The lady of Burgundy is ever in your mind," Yolanda retorted sullenly.
"You would give this promise quickly enough were she asking it--she with her vast estate." There was an angry gleam in the girl's eyes, and a dark cloud of unmistakable jealousy on her face.

She stepped back from Max and hung her head.

After a moment of silence she said:-- "You may answer me to-morrow night at this bridge, Sir Max.

If you do not see fit to give me the promise, then I shall weary you no further with importunity, and you may go your way." There was a touch of coldness in her voice as she turned and walked slowly toward the bridge.

Max called softly:-- "Yolanda!" She did not answer, but continued with slow steps and drooping head.