"I wish to prove to you all that I am grateful.

Your father, who knows something of men, says there is one hidden away in me somewhere, if only I'll take the trouble to dig it out.

I should like to be with you and your guests all the time.

I like play, and I have been very lonely all my life." He fingered the papers irresolutely.

"My place is here, not with your guests; there's the width of the poles between us.