That was Henrietta's bedroom.
Squire Gerzson knew it.

He was quite at home in the castle.
At the hall entrance he encountered Leonard's huntsman, an impertinent, bony, jowly loafer whom he had never been able to endure.

The fellow barred the way.
"Good evening your honour." "Why should _you_ wish _me_ good evening, you stupid jackass! Do you suppose I have travelled five and twenty miles for the pleasure of wishing _you_ good evening?
Who's at home ?" "Nobody." "Go along with you, you sodden-headed son of a dog.

Nobody at home and seven windows in the upper story all alight!" "It is true the rooms are lit up, but that is on account of her ladyship--they are sitting up with her." "Then where's your master ?" "He has trotted into Klausenburg for the learned doctor." "What is the matter with her ladyship ?" "I don't know.

They say she is mad." "You are mad yourself, you stupid beast.