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Updated: April 30, 2025
Tita looked down with a smile and said, rather timidly: "I think if I were you I would speak to her myself but very gently." We were going off that morning to a little lake some dozen miles off to try for a jack or two. Franziska was coming with us. She was, indeed, already outside, superintending the placing in the trap of our rods and bags.
Wearying at last of life's vanities and frivolities, the middle-aged sinner took up virtue and philanthropy, as if to show mankind that he too could be a benevolent father to his people. The new departure was due in part to the political success of the Estates in curbing his extravagance, but rather more, no doubt, to the personal influence of his mistress, Franziska von Hohenheim.
But on nearer approach you found that Franziska had really fine and intelligent features, and a pair of frank, clear, big brown eyes that had a very straight look about them. They were something of the eyes of a deer, indeed; wide apart, soft, and apprehensive, yet looking with a certain directness and unconsciousness that overcame her natural girlish timidity.
I wish to give to the Baroness-to-be a souvenir of a very unusual kind. It is no article of luxury or of fashion but it is interesting solely because of its history." "What can it be, Eugenie?" asked Franziska. "Perhaps the ink-bottle of some famous man." "Not a bad guess. You shall see the treasure within an hour; it is in my trunk.
"I understood that Charlie's crime was that he did not kill the fox." I allow her the momentary triumph. Who would grudge to a woman a little verbal victory of that sort? And, indeed, Tita's satisfaction did not last long. Her perplexity became visible on her face once more. "We are to be here three weeks," she said, almost to herself, "and he talks of flirting with poor Franziska.
There was no Franziska in England; no pleasant driving through great pine woods in the gathering twilight; no shooting of yellow foxes, to be brought home in triumph and presented to a beautiful and grateful young woman.
Anybody who had seen Franziska Fahler, niece of the proprietor of the "Goldenen Bock" in Huferschingen, would admit that in a moment.
It was always Miss Fahler now; a couple of days before it was Franziska. "For my part," says Tita, "I can't understand why you did it. What honour is there in shooting a fox?" "But I wanted to give the skin to her." It was "her" by this time. "Well, I think the best thing you can do is to go and tell her all about it; and also to go and apologise to Dr. Krumm." Charlie started.
If she isn't you won't find out in three years. Now look at Franziska; look at the fine, intelligent face and the honest eyes; you can have no doubt about her; and then I have all the guarantee of your long acquaintance with her." "Oh," says Tita, "that is all very well. Franziska is an excellent girl, as I have told you often frank, kind, well educated, and unselfish.
They have beautiful eyes, but no conscience. And so he means to take them as they are, and have his measure of amusement." "Oh, I am sure he never said anything so abominably wicked," cried Tita, laying down the rose that Franziska had given her for her hair. "I know he could not say such things. But if he is so wicked if he has said them it is not too late to interfere. I will see about it."
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