He was in a large and sunlit room; but in the most disorderly room he had ever set eyes on.

The room needed airing, too.
For all its four windows were closed, except one which was open for perhaps six inches from the top.
Lad circled the room, twice; from door to windows, and thence to center table and around the walls; pausing at one window sill and again at the threshold; picking his way daintily over heaps of litter on the floor.
Yes, the room was full of the scent.

But, whence the scent emanated, Lad could not, for the life of him, tell.

The room gave him no clew.
And, after a few minutes of futile investigation, he turned to depart.
At the stairhead, he came upon the same servant he had seen sweeping the veranda.

She cried: "Shoo!" at him and brandished her broom.