“God be thanked and praised for that,” she said joyfully.  “I shall tell you because you asked me.  I wonder if you would give me a little Sunday pleasure by inspecting all the rooms.  I have your chair already at the door.”

After the great work Apollonie had done, his only objection was that she desired something which meant pleasure for him and labour for her.  But he was willing enough to be put into the heavy wheel-chair.

“It is wonderful what you have done, Apollonie,” he concluded.  “You seem to have even changed Mr. Trius from an old bear into an obedient lamb.”

Soon after, the Baron sat propped up in his wheel-chair.  Here, guided by Apollonie, he was taken first of all to the large ball-room, which had witnessed all the happy gatherings of the family and their friends.  It actually glistened in its renewed splendor, and the Baron silently looked about him.  The tower room, which had been his brother Salo’s abode, was inspected next, and again the Baron uttered no word.  Beautiful portraits of his ancestors adorned these walls, and he recalled how Salo had loved them.

Apollonie moved next to the room of the Baroness where every object was in its place again.  The faithful servant noticed how her master’s glances drank it all in and as they remained he still showed no desire to leave.

“My mother was sitting in this arm-chair when I last spoke to her,” he said at last, “and this red pin cushion was lying on the table before her.  I remember standing there and playing with the pins, and I can recall every word she said.  Don’t carry me down to-day, Mrs. Apollonie,” he continued after a pause, “I want to spend my Sunday here.  I am glad there are no more empty rooms to flee from.”

Apollonie was more gratified than she could say that her master was beginning to feel at home and hoped that it would soon become dear to him.  She wanted him to see also Leonore’s bright and cheerful room, which the Baroness had had furnished in the daintiest way, and was unable to suppress her wish.  “Please, Baron, take one more small trip with me,” she begged.  “We can soon come back here.”

As he raised no objection, they set out.  Through the wide-open windows of the room the woods could be seen.  Flocks of gay birds sat carolling on the luxuriant branches of the fir trees, and their songs filled the room with laughter.  The Baron let his gaze roam out to the trees with their merry minstrels and back again to the pleasant chamber.

“You have accomplished miracles, Mrs. Apollonie,” he cried out.  “It only took you two days to change this mournful cave into a pleasant abode where young people could be happy.  Please take me back to my mother’s room now and come to me as soon as you find time, for I have something to talk over with you.”

An interview lasting a considerable time took place that afternoon.  Loneli had been thinking about Kurt and Mea while she was wandering happily up and down the terrace, and she wondered how soon they would hear of the great event.  She was very anxious for them to pay her a visit, for which she was already making plans.