Over the bed hung a little picture of his mother, which had been there since his boyhood, and Apollonie had also remembered every other detail.

When she went down to the terrace, a cool evening breeze was already blowing through the branches of the pine tree.
"Everything is ready, Baron," she said; "we are going to carry you up together, because Mr.Trius can't do it alone.

I am sure you will sleep well to-night." "Where do you want to take me ?" the Baron asked, surprised.

"I am quite comfortable able here." "No, no, Baron, it is getting too cool for you here.

Your room is a better place at this hour; your mother would have wished it, I am sure.
Will you allow me to call Mr.Trius ?" "I'll have to give in, I suppose," the Baron acquiesced.
Mr.Trius was already on the spot, for he was blessed with splendid hearing.
"You are to carry me up," said the Baron.