It was so, I take it, with Thackeray.

He did not like his lonely drawing-room, and went back to his life among the clubs by no means with contentment.
In 1853, Thackeray having then his own two girls to provide for, added a third to his family, and adopted Amy Crowe, the daughter of an old friend, and sister of the well-known artist now among us.

How it came to pass that she wanted a home, or that this special home suited her, it would be unnecessary here to tell even if I knew.

But that he did give a home to this young lady, making her in all respects the same as another daughter, should be told of him.

He was a man who liked to broaden his back for the support of others, and to make himself easy under such burdens.