Kurt now ran away, too, but in the opposite direction, where he had discovered his mother.  She was standing before a rose bush from which she was cutting faded blossoms and twigs.  Kurt was glad to find his mother busy with work which did not occupy her thoughts, as he often longed for such an opportunity without success.  Whenever he was eager to discuss his special problems thoroughly and without being interrupted, his young brother and sister were sure to intrude with their questions, or the two elder children needed her advice at the same moment.  So Kurt rushed into the garden to take advantage of this unusual opportunity.  But today again he was not destined to have his object fulfilled.  Before he reached his mother, a woman approached her from the other side, and both entered immediately into a lively conversation.  If it had been somebody else than his special old friend Mrs. Apollonie, Kurt would have felt very angry indeed.  But this woman had gained great distinction in Kurt’s eyes by being well acquainted with the old caretaker of the castle; so he always had a hope of hearing from her many things that were happening there.

To his great satisfaction he heard Mrs. Apollonie say on his approach:  “No, no, Mrs. Rector, old Trius does not open any windows in vain; he has not opened any for nearly twenty years.”

“He might want to wipe away the dust for once in his life; it’s about time,” Kurt’s mother replied.  “I don’t believe the master has returned.”

“Why should the tower windows, where the master always lived, be opened then?  Something unusual has happened,” said Mrs. Apollonie significantly.

“The ghost of Wildenstein might have pushed them open,” Kurt quickly asserted.

“Kurt, can’t you stop talking about this story?  It is only an invention of people who are not contented with one misfortune but must make up an added terror,” the mother said with animation.  “You know, Kurt, that I feel sorry about this foolish tale and want you to pay no attention to it.”

“But mother, I only want to support you; I want to help you get rid of people’s superstitions and to prove to them that there is no ghost in Wildenstein,” Kurt assured her.

“Yes, yes, if only one did not know how the brothers—­”

“No, Apollonie,” the rector’s widow interrupted her, “you least of all should support the belief in these apparitions.  Everybody knows that you lived in the castle more than twenty years, and so people think that you know what is going on.  You realize well enough that all the talk has no foundation whatever.”

Mrs. Apollonie lightly shrugged her shoulders, but said no more.

“But, mother, what can the talk come from then, when there is no foundation for it, as you say?” asked Kurt, who could not let the matter rest.