I do! But in the case of a large house it is different.

Now, what do you say to this?
Bring your mother here!' 'Bring--my mother--here ?' repeated Elizabeth stupidly.

'I don't understand.' 'It's very simple.' The Squire stood over her, his thumbs in his waistcoat pockets, his eyes all vivacity.

'This is a big house--an old barn, if you like, but big enough.

Your mother might have the whole of the east wing--which looks south--if she pleased; and neither she nor I need ever come in each other's way, any more than people who have flats in the same building.