She ran about the room, singing, dancing, and laughing, until the duchess warned her to be quiet.

Then she placed her hand over her mouth, shrugged her shoulders, walked on tiptoe, and spoke only in whispers.
Margaret smiled affectionately at Yolanda's childish antics and said:-- "I think the conspirators should disperse.

I hope, Sir Karl, that I may soon meet you in due form.

Meantime, of course, it is best that we do not know each other." After examining the missive for the twentieth time, Yolanda placed it in its pouch and turned to the duchess.
"Take it, mother, to the iron box, and I will lead Sir Karl back to Uncle Castleman's," she said.
The duchess graciously offered me a goblet of wine, and after I had drunk, Yolanda led me down the stairway to the House under the Wall.
While descending Yolanda called my attention to a loose stone in the wall of the staircase.
"The other end of this stone," she said, "penetrates the wall of the room that you and Sir Max occupied the night before you were liberated.
The mortar has fallen away, and it was here that I spoke to you and told you not to fear." Here was another supernatural marvel all too easily explained..