"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 Maezli could not bear it.
"But he has the water long ago, Apollonie.

I am sure Mr.Trius gave it to him.

Please don't go on so," she said a trifle impatiently.

But this was only oil poured on the flames.
"Yes, no one knows what he does and what he doesn't do," Apollonie lamented, louder than ever.

"The poor master is sick, and all his servant does is to stumble about the place, not asking after his needs and letting everything go to rack and ruin.