The room's door had been specially constructed, with a square opening in it large enough for a plate to pass through.
The servants of Mr. Jacques's household were currently delivering food into the room through this opening in the door.
That way, the servants would never come into contact with the person inside the room.
"Madam, I've left your lunch here. We made delicious stew today, so eat more. I'll come again at dinnertime."
The servant knocked on the door, then left immediately after speaking, seemingly unwilling to linger. After the servant had gone, the door to another room in the corridor slowly opened.
Maid Miss emerged from the room beside it, her face expressionless.
She came to this door. This was the room of Mr. Jacques's wife, Madame Isabelle.
There was almost no way to treat this illness in this era... The best method was isolation. In some places, patients were even executed outright to prevent them from becoming sources of infection.
Maid Miss stood outside the room, listening to the sounds within... There was no movement inside.
She casually placed her hand on the doorknob.
"You've come to the wrong room."
At that moment, Mr. Jacques's voice sounded from behind her... The movement of Maid Miss's hand stopped at once. She turned around as though nothing had happened and smiled. "I was a little curious."
Mr. Jacques said calmly, "I'm always happy when guests are willing to look around my house. If you're interested, Miss You Ye, I can show you around—but only the places outside this room."
"I heard Miss Jeanne say that your wife is ill." Maid Miss spoke softly.
"It's no secret." Mr. Jacques shook his head. "It's just that everyone is unwilling to bring it up... probably because I have a farm and provide