Where could all the valuable damask-covered furniture have gone to?
Was it possible that the castle had been robbed and no one knew of it?
It was probable, however, that Mr.Trius did not know about anything, and it was plain that the Baron himself had not troubled about these things.

Mrs.Maxa hurriedly went back to him.
"To what a dreary home you have come back, my poor friend!" she cried out, "and I know that your mother never wished you to find it like this.
How unhappy you must have felt when you entered these walls after so many years! You cannot help feeling miserable here, and it is all quite incomprehensible to me." "Not to me," the Baron quietly replied; "I somehow felt it had to be that way.

Did I value my home before?
It is a just retribution to me to find the place so empty and forlorn.

I only returned to die here and I can await death in daytime on my chair out here and at night time in my nest.
I need nothing further; but death has not come as quickly as I thought it would.

Why are you trying to bring me back to life again ?" "This is what I decidedly mean to do, so we shall banish the subject of death from now on, as I confidently believe that our Lord in Heaven has other plans for you," Mrs.Maxa said decisively.