As Dymphna mentioned earlier, the future Baron has the swine flu, or something very similar. His version comes with a high fever and now a bad cough.
So the Scion of Bodissey has been conveyed to the family Schloss, and is now resting in a comfortable suite in the east wing. His bedchamber is sumptuous, yet comfortable, and its french doors open onto a balustraded portico that overlooks the Japanese garden and the orangery.
The family physician-in-residence is on hand to monitor his condition. The domestic staff have been alerted and are available to attend to his every need. Needless to say, the wine steward is among them, and has retrieved from the cellar a selection of suitable vintages whose medicinal value will aid the future Baron during his convalescence.
[Nothing further, m’lud.]