The steaming coffee and hot milk and the fresh white bread Apollonie had prepared looked very appetizing to him.

The wooden benches were clean scrubbed, and he didn't object to absence of the annoying spider-webs, which had always tickled his nose.
Apollonie, pouring the fragrant beverage into a large cup, politely invited Mr.Trius to take his seat at the table.

He could not help enjoying the meal and the new order of things in the kitchen.

Apollonie now prepared the breakfast tray, setting on it the good old china that the Baroness had always used.

She had put a plate with round butter-balls beside the steaming coffee-pot, and fresh round rolls peeped invitingly from an old-fashioned little china basket.
When Apollonie came to her master's room, he exclaimed, "Oh, how good this looks! Just like old times." At first he thought that even looking at it would do him good, but Apollonie did not agree with him.
"Please take a little, Baron," she begged him, "otherwise your strength will not come back.