To this girl I had thought to be gracious, and had feared that I might be too condescending.

I then realized what a pitiable ass a man may make of himself by giving his whole time and attention to the task.
Of course I was not sure that Yolanda was the princess.

Her father, spoken of by Castleman, might be, and probably was, a great lord in the duke's train.

Yolanda might be the love-daughter of Charles of Burgundy.
Many explanations might be given to Castleman's remarks; but I could not help believing that Yolanda was the far-famed Burgundian princess.

If so, what a marvellous romance was this journey that Max and I had undertaken, and what a fantastic trick fate had played in bringing these two from the ends of the earth to meet in the quaint old Swiss city.