When Yolanda entered she ran to me and took my hand.
"Come, Sir Karl, I want to speak with you," she said.
She led me to the west end of the room, sat down on the cushioned bench, and drew in her skirts that I might sit close beside her.
"I want to tell you about the missive, Sir Karl," she whispered, laughing and shrugging her shoulders in great glee.

"Mother returned it to the box, and when I left you I hurried back and haunted the room, fearing that some one might meddle with the parchment.

Near the hour of six o'clock father entered.

I was sitting on the divan, and he sat down in his great chair, of course taking no notice of me--I am too insignificant for so great a person to notice, except when he is compelled to do so.

I was joyful in my heart, but I conjured up all my troubles that I might make myself weep.