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After the great work Apollonie had done, his only objection was that she desired something which meant pleasure for him and labour for her. But he was willing enough to be put into the heavy wheel-chair. "It is wonderful what you have done, Apollonie," he concluded. "You seem to have even changed Mr. Trius from an old bear into an obedient lamb."
May I write to him today and let him know that we shall have a home with you?" "How do you do, Mr. Castle-Steward," Mäzli said that moment, thrusting a plump, round hand between Leonore's and the Baron's. Mäzli had actually made use of the first moment her hand was free. "Now Kurt can see for himself that you and Mr. Trius are two people; can't he, Mr. Steward?"
"I know everything only from Apollonie, who had these reports from Mr. Trius, but he either does not choose to talk or does not know very much himself about his master. I have told you everything now and you must go to bed as quickly as you can. It was your bedtime long ago."
What did the gentleman say?" "Very little, but I told him a lot," Mäzli said. "He has a headache, Apollonie, and just think! nobody ever brings him any water, and Mr. Trius even turns the key and bolts the door before he goes to him." Apollonie broke out into such lamentations and complaints after these words that Mäzli could not bear it. "But he has the water long ago, Apollonie. I am sure Mr.
"Everything is ready, Baron," she said; "we are going to carry you up together, because Mr. Trius can't do it alone. I am sure you will sleep well to-night." "Where do you want to take me?" the Baron asked, surprised. "I am quite comfortable able here." "No, no, Baron, it is getting too cool for you here. Your room is a better place at this hour; your mother would have wished it, I am sure.
You know, too, that mother wants you to call the castle watchman Mr. Trius and not just Trius." "Oh, yes, I'll call him Mr. Trius, but I'll make up such a song about him that everybody will know who it is about," Kurt said threateningly. "How can he help it when there is no ghost in Wildenstein about which he could tell you tales," Mea remarked.
Kurt was too much interested in Mäzli's expedition to the castle to be frightened off by the first unintelligible account. He had to find out how it had come about and what had happened, but the two did not get very far in their dialogue. As soon as Mäzli began to talk first about Mr. Trius and then about the Steward, Kurt always said quickly, "But this is all one and the same person.
When she wanted to say good-bye she realized that she did not know either the gentleman's name or title, so she stopped. "I am the Castle Steward," said the gentleman, helping Mäzli. When the leave-taking was done Mäzli ran back towards the door. Sure enough, Mr. Trius was standing inside the portals and Apollonie on the outside, for the careful man had not opened them again.
"Kurt gave it to me once and now I give it to you. If you have a headache and Mr. Trius is far away, all you need to do is to whistle. Then he can come and bring you some water. He'll hear it far, far away, because it whistles as loud as anything. Just try it once! I have also brought you Leonore." The gentleman started slightly and looked up.
"Come back, child!" the gentleman called after her. "There is nobody in the castle, and you won't find any." It seemed strange to Mäzli that there should be nobody to bring water to the Castle-Steward. "I'll find somebody for him," she said, eagerly running down the incline to the door, in whose vicinity Mr. Trius was wandering up and down.
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