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Updated: October 15, 2025
Francezka's life had been so clouded and so stormy, for seven years she had borne so heavy a burden of anguish, that when at last this burden was removed and the sun shone again it was to be expected that she should have a thirst for pleasure.
Life was so dark for us for seven years that we want it to be as merry as we can make it now," to which Gaston laughingly agreed. I had caused a harpsichord to be placed in Francezka's room. To this she ran, opening it and dashing into a rattling air upon it. Her eyes were sparkling, the color had come back into her cheeks her whole air was one of feverish gaiety.
Gaston Cheverny had a portmanteau strapped to his saddle, and in it was a treasure most precious to Francezka her woman's clothes. I had one equally valued by Count Saxe his rescript of election by the Diet to the crown of Courland. I hid it between my skin and my shirt. For Francezka's clothes and Count Saxe's rescript we were ready to be hanged, drowned, or shot.
I walked after them, examining things at my leisure; among others, in the red saloon, recognizing the portraits of Francezka's parents. Both of them had died early, and their portraits were those of youth. Francezka was a mingled likeness of both. She had not the exact and classic beauty of her mother, for Francezka's beauty was highly irregular; but I fancy it was the more seductive.
It is an appalling feeling." "I should think so," I replied, and fell silent. It was all strange and painful to me. I knew Francezka's faults well, but I had never seen in her any deficiency in good sense. Even her obstinate hanging on to the belief that Gaston was alive when the world believed him dead had been justified, and her course had been most practical during it all.
The bishop, pleased at his nephew's good fortune, wrote Francezka a letter of congratulation, warmly approving her marriage, and most indulgent toward the secrecy of it. But on receiving Francezka's letter, saying she was Gaston Cheverny's wife, the bishop changed his tune and sent Francezka a fulmination, in which he denounced the secrecy of the marriage excessively.
I have always been sensitive to the dislike of dogs, believing them to be better judges of character than men are. But Gaston Cheverny did not seem to mind Bold's disaffection; he was satisfied with Francezka's constancy. We remained a pleasant hour in the Italian garden.
I agreed with him; admired the horses six superb roans and then the time came to move on, and I sprang to the ground, while Gaston stepped into the coach. As I walked away, I reflected that the money to pay for the gilt coach and six came out of Francezka's estate.
She adopted, however, the Spanish costume, which is black, but not mourning, and no one could accuse her of unseemliness in her attire. She found her house swept and garnished, for Francezka's administrative qualities were of that order which make affairs apparently go on of themselves. The dog Bold was overjoyed to see her and became, as formerly, her inseparable companion.
His defeat at Francezka's hands determined him on punishing somebody, and Father Benart and Lisa being convenient, they became the natural objects of the bishop's righteous indignation.
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