One of the doors of this little room communicated with a large apartment used as a secretary's office, and through this by a small staircase with a side entrance to the castle.

By this side entrance the stewards of the different outlying estates were conducted to the presence of the resident secretary--a German selected and overawed by Karl Steinmetz--a mere calculating machine of a man, with whom we have no affairs to transact.
Before many minutes had elapsed Steinmetz came back, closely followed by the starosta, whose black eyes twinkled and gleamed in the sudden light of the lamp.

He dropped on his knees when he saw Paul--suddenly, abjectly, like an animal, in his dumb attitude of deprecation.
With a jerk of his head Paul bade him rise, which the man did, standing back against the panelled wall, placing as great a distance between himself and the prince as the size of the room would allow.
"Well," said Paul curtly, almost roughly, "I hear you are in trouble in the village." "The cholera has come, Excellency." "Many deaths ?" "To-day--eleven." Paul looked up sharply.
"And the doctor ?" "He has not come yet, Excellency.

I sent for him--a fortnight ago.

The cholera is at Oseff, at Dolja, at Kalisheffa.