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Nor had his sojourn with his grandfather been the least factor in the result that he sat down to his work as lightly as a gentleman to his dinner , turned from it as if he had been playing a game instead of earning his bread , and altogether gave the impression of being a painter or sculptor rather than a tradesman . There was that in his bearing which suggested a will rather than necessity to labour . `` Here is your room , young man , '' said Mrs. Locke . It was a large , rather neglected chamber , at the end of a long passage on the second floor -- the very room out of which one midnight he had been borne in terror , twenty years before , by the woman he called his mother . `` And I hope you will find yourself comfortable , '' continued the old lady , in a tone that implied -- `` You ought to be ! '' -- `` If you want anything , or have anything to complain of , let me know , '' she added . `` -- I thought it better not to put you in the servant 's quarters ! ''