Don't you see?
And as for leaving us--why need you?
We should miss you horribly.

You've never been quite our paid servant.

And now you're something like our son." Tears started in the sweet lady's clear eyes.

"Even if you did go to your own chambers, I shouldn't let our new secretary have this room"-- they were in what the household called "the office"-- really Paul's luxuriously furnished private sitting room, which contained his own little treasures of books and pictures and bits of china and glass accumulated during the six years of easeful life--"He will have the print room, which nobody uses from one year's end to another, and which is far more convenient for the street door.

And the same at Drane's Court.