She is a jealous, vindictive little wretch and you shall not think on her.

No doubt she would have me torn limb from limb if she knew I possessed the jewel.

When I touch it, I feel that I almost hate this princess, whose vast estates have a power of attraction greater than any woman may exert." There was real anger in her tone.

In truth, dislike and aversion were manifest in every word she spoke of the princess, save when the tender little heart pitied her.
"Now I must say good night and adieu, Sir Max, until uncle returns," said Yolanda.

She gave Max her hands and he, in bringing them to his lips, drew her close to him.