Mrs.
Maxa shook her head.
Going up the stairs, she decided first of all to go to the Baron's rooms, for she wondered what care he was receiving.

Rigid with consternation, she stopped under the doorway.

What a room it was! Not the tiniest picture was on the wall and not a single small rug lay on the uneven boards.

Nothing but an empty bedstead, an old wicker chair and a table which had plainly been dragged there from the servants' quarters, comprised the furniture.

Mrs.Maxa looked again to make sure that it was really the Baron's room.