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Ich gruss' dich ein tausend Mal! And here is old Peter come out to see us; and there is Franziska!" "Oh, this is Franziska, is it?" said Charlie. Yes, this was Franziska. She was a well-built, handsome girl of nineteen or twenty, with a healthy, sunburnt complexion, and dark hair plaited into two long tails, which were taken up and twisted into a knot behind. That you could see from a distance.
We went back by the same side of the lake, and we found both Franziska and her companion seated on the bank at the precise spot where we had left them. They said it was the best place for the picnic. They asked for the hamper in a businesslike way. They pretended they had searched the shores of the lake for miles.
"He was at Weissenburg." "I suppose he got that cast in the eye there." "He can play the zither in a way that would astonish you. He has got a little money. Franziska and he would be able to live very comfortably together." "Franziska and that fellow?" says Charlie; and then he rises with a sulky air, and proposes we should take our candles with us.
By-and-by we sat down to dinner, and Franziska came to see that everything was going on straight. It was a dinner "with scenery." You forgot to be particular about the soup, the venison, and the Affenthaler when from the window at your elbow you could look across the narrow valley and behold a long stretch of the Black Forest shining in the red glow of the sunset.
"I should have told you that," he said, in English that was not quite so good as Ziska's, "if I had remembered, yes! The English will not shoot the foxes; but they are very bad for us; they kill the young deer. We are glad to shoot them; and Franziska she told me she wanted a yellow fox for the skin to make something." Charlie got very red in the face. He had missed a chance.
Her father was Josef Neruda, a musician of good ability, and he gave her the first instruction on the violin, and then placed her under Leopold Jansa, in Vienna. Wilhelmina Maria Franziska Neruda made her first appearance in public in 1846, at which time she was not quite seven years old.
The latter case, at least, was not true with our friends in the palace. Franziska's parents and aunt soon followed the Mozarts. Franziska herself, the Baron, and Max of course, remained. Eugenie, with whom we are especially concerned, because she appreciated more deeply than the others the priceless experience she had had she, one would think, could not feel in the least unhappy or troubled.
You have lost the bet you made last Christmas morning; when will it please you to resign your authority?" "Oh, bother the bet," says this unscrupulous person. "But what do you mean?" says Charlie. "Why," I say to him, "she laid a wager last Christmas Day that you would not be married within a year. And now you say you mean to bring Franziska over on the 4th of December next. Isn't it so?"
She is about to take the ring off to show it to us when Charlie interposes: "You needn't take it off, Franziska." And with that, somehow, the girl slips away from among us, and Tita is with her, and we don't get a glimpse of either of them until the solitude resounds with our cries for luncheon. In due time Charlie returned to London, and to Surrey with us in very good spirits.
"Apollo would have to be careful, in future, how he gracefully laved his new French finery in the Castalian fountain," laughed Franziska. With such exchange of jests the merriment grew; the wines were passed, many a toast was offered, and Mozart soon fell into his way of talking in rhyme.
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