Because I don't obey Kathy very well and she has to cook, I spend
the days with Apollonie. Oh, here he comes!" Maezli interrupted herself
suddenly, for she was frightened. Coming close to her new acquaintance,
as if to seek his protection, she whispered confidentially. "Oh, won't
you help me, please, if he tries to hurt me?"
Mr. Trius was rushing towards them, holding out his stick in front like
an emblem of his profession. The gentleman only made a light gesture
with his hand, and Mr. Trius disappeared as he had come.
"Won't he hurt me if I come down to the door where he stands?" Maezli
asked. She retreated slightly from her protector, whom she had held
tightly in her fear of the stick.
"No," he replied curtly, but his voice did not sound as severe as before,
a fact which Maezli noticed immediately. She was very grateful to him for
chasing Mr. Trius away and she now felt desirous of doing him a service
in return.
"Do you always have to sit alone here all the time? Does no one come to
see you?" she asked, full of sympathy.
"No."
"Oh, then I must come to you another time and I'll keep you company,"
Maezli said consolingly. "Does the bad baron never come down to you
here?" she asked anxiously.
"Where is he?" came a second question.
"Don't you know that?" Maezli said in great surprise. "He is up there
where the windows are open." With this Maezli looked up, and walking close
to the chair, whispered cautiously, "A sick baron lies up there.
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