Oh, please tell me where he lives!" "Just think of all the deprivations you would have to suffer with your old uncle! Think how lonely it would be for you to live with a sick man in a wild nest among the rocks! What do you say to that ?" he said curtly.
"Oh, it would only be glorious for Salo and me to have a real home with an uncle we loved," Leonore continued, showing that her longing could not be quenched.

"There is only one thing I should miss there, but I have to miss it in Hanover, too.

I shall never, never feel at home there!" "Well, what is this ?" the gentleman queried.
"That I can't be together with Aunt Maxa and the children." "Shall we ask Aunt Maxa's advice?
Would this suit you, child ?" "Oh, yes indeed," Leonore answered happily.
At the mention of Aunt Maxa she suddenly remembered that they had not told her where they were going.

As she was afraid that they had remained away too long already, Lenore urged Maezli to take her leave quickly, while she gave her hand to the steward.
"Will you deliver a message for me, Leonore ?" he said; "will you tell your Aunt Maxa that the master of the castle, whom she knew long years ago, would love to visit her, but he is unable?
Ask her if he may hope that she will come up to him at the castle instead ?" Maezli gave her hand now to say good-bye, and when she noticed that the pillow had slipped down again, she said, "Apollonie would just love to set things in order for you, but Mr.Trius won't let her in.

She would be willing to give a finger from her right hand if she were allowed to do everything Mr.Trius doesn't do." "Come now, Maezli," said Leonore, for she had the feeling that this peculiar revelation might be followed by others as unintelligible.