Max turned to her and saw all this beauty.

Then he gently took her hand and said huskily:-- "If I thought she were like you, Fraeulein, I would gladly go to the end of the world to win from her even one smile." "No, no, Sir Max," said Yolanda, withdrawing her hand, "we must have no more such speeches from you.

They are wrong coming from one of your degree to a burgher girl of Peronne, if she be an honest girl.

Our stations are too far apart." "That is true, Fraeulein," answered Max, sorrowfully, "but I mean no disrespect.

I honor you as if you were a princess"-- here his tones took energy and emphasis--"but I meant what I said, Fraeulein, I meant what I said, and though I shall never say it again, I know that I shall mean it all the days of my life." The expression in her eyes as she looked up at him was one of mingled pleasure and amusement.