His submissive attitude made me still more nervous.

He was ready to do anything in the world for me providing that I would promise him that he would never find my door shut against him as long as he lived.

You understand the impudence of it, don't you?
And his tone was positively abject, too.

I snapped back at him that I had no door, that I was a nomad.

He bowed ironically till his nose nearly touched his plate but begged me to remember that to his personal knowledge I had four houses of my own about the world.