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He had not heard her call her uncle baldly Fritzi before; and what fuss and luxury could a German teacher's life have known? "He it was who first made me see that the body is more than meat and the soul than raiment," mused Priscilla. "Was he?" "He pulled my soul out of the flesh-pots. I'm a sort of Israel come out of Egypt, but an Egypt that was altogether too comfortable." "Too comfortable?
"No, no but how is it possible that you should have trusted " "Fritzi, you are going to scold me, and I'm so tired. What else has been taken? You said all your money " He snatched up his hat. "Nothing else, ma'am, nothing else. I will go and seek the girl." And he clapped it down over his eyes as he always did in moments of great mental stress. "What a fuss," thought Priscilla wearily.
"Why, ma'am, she refused, unless I did, to prepare your Grand Ducal Highness's tea." "Oh Fritzi!" Priscilla looked up at him, shaking her head and smiling through all her troubles. Was ever so much love and so much folly united in one wise old man? Was ever, for that matter, so expensive a tea?
"Fritzi," cried Priscilla with more passion than she had ever put into speech before, "life's too much for me I tell you life's too much for me!"
Was the Grand Duke round the corner? Lingering, perhaps, among the very tombs just outside her window? "What is it?" she asked faintly. "Ma'am, the five pounds has disappeared for ever." "Really Fritzi, you are too absurd about that wretched five pounds," cried Priscilla, blazing into anger. "But it was all we had." "All we ?" "Ma'am, it was positively our last penny." "I don't understand."
"Why, Fritzi," she cried, "he might remove you and not you him and from a world that hasn't had nearly enough of you. Fritzi, you cannot leave me. I won't let you go. I wish I had never told you. Don't let us talk of it ever again. It is hateful to me. I I can't bear it." And she looked into his face with something very like tears in her eyes. Of course Fritzing stayed.
He's rather a swell and is called Paul. January 29th. Yesterday was the ice carnival and Dora and I were allowed to go. I skated with Fritzi and Paul most of the time and won 2 prizes, one of them with Paul. And one of them skating in a race with 5 other girls. Paul is awfully clever, he says he's going into the army, the flying corps. That's even more select than being on the general staff.
"Oh, we shall live so simply ourselves that there will be enough left to do all I want. And it will be the most blessed change and refreshment, living simply. Fritzi hated the fuss and luxury quite as much as I did." "Did he?" said Robin, holding his breath. The girl was evidently off her guard.
"Fritzi must disappear for the night?" said the little Viennese smiling wisely, but with a trace of cynicism. "The little American must not be reminded h'm? We will go.... For you have done so much for me, you big, strange, platonic Mr. Billy!" Dazzlingly she smiled on him, her dark eyes quizzically provocative. "You're not at the Grand?" "No, not that." She named another.
In their heated condition many of the other waitresses were dancing in their unshod feet. He thought it very natural and pleasing when Fritzi rushed up with her heirloom of silk stockings which she had removed early in the evening. They had been her grandmother's who had worn them at some grand baron's wedding long ago the sole tradition and distinction connected with Fritzi's lineage.
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