He realized that Apollonie was capable of doing anything in her excitement about the lost child.
"Witch's baggage!" he murmured angrily.

Swinging his stick in a threatening way, he ran towards the castle.
"Mr.Trius," Apollonie screamed after him with all her might, "if you touch the child you will have to reckon with me, do you hear?
Hold the stick down.

She can't help being frightened if she sees you." But he had quickly been lost from view.

While Apollonie and Mr.Trius had been absorbed in their violent altercation and had stared at each other, she in wild excitement and he in stiff immovability, Maezli had slipped from between the two as swiftly as a little mouse.

Then she had merrily wandered up towards the castle hoping that she would soon see the garden with the lovely flowers.