"I couldn't get on without him if it were for his good! The idea! Of course, I can get on without him.

But there's nowhere for him to go." Mr Verloc got out some brown paper and a ball of string; and meanwhile he muttered that Michaelis was living in a little cottage in the country.
Michaelis wouldn't mind giving Stevie a room to sleep in.

There were no visitors and no talk there.

Michaelis was writing a book.
Mrs Verloc declared her affection for Michaelis; mentioned her abhorrence of Karl Yundt, "nasty old man"; and of Ossipon she said nothing.

As to Stevie, he could be no other than very pleased.