Besides your mother knows nothing about it." But Maezli had not the slightest intention of giving up her expedition.
"I have everything I want to bring him now, and the Castle-Steward has probably been waiting for us all day, so, you see, we simply must go.
Mama also says that one has to go to see sick people and bring them things, because it cheers them up.

He has to sit all day alone under the tree and he gets dreadfully tired.

When he has a headache not a person comes to bring him anything.

It is not nice of you not to want to go when he is expecting us." Maezli had talked so eagerly that she not only became absolutely convinced herself that it would be the greatest wrong if she did not go to see the Castle-Steward, but produced a similar feeling in Leonore.
"I shall gladly go with you, if you think the sick gentleman does not object," she said; "I only didn't know whether he would want us." Maezli was satisfied now, and, gaily talking, led Leonore toward the lofty iron door.

The path led up between fragrant meadows and heavily laden apple trees, and when they reached their destination, they found it quite superfluous to ring the bell.