It was not for long.

I was led to my desk, the newspaper was put into my father's hand.

'But a servant!' we cried, and would have fallen to again.

'No servant, comes into this house,' said my sister quite fiercely, and, oh, but my mother was relieved to hear her! There were many such scenes, a year of them, I daresay, before we yielded.
I cannot say which of us felt it most.

In London I was used to servants, and in moments of irritation would ring for them furiously, though doubtless my manner changed as they opened the door.