“Not that anybody means to try,” she added, “for that's all done with, and the place will stand as idle as it is till it falls.
As to strong beer, there's enough of it in the cellars already, to drown the Manor House.”
“Is that the name of this house, miss?”
“One of its names, boy.”
“It has more than one, then, miss?”
“One more. Its other name was Satis; which is Greek, or Latin, or Hebrew, or all three — or all one to me — for enough.”
“Enough House,” said I; “that's a curious name, miss.”