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." "Yes," she replied; "but it meant more than it said.

It meant, when it was given, that whoever had this house could want nothing else.

They must have been easily satisfied in those days, I should think.

But don't loiter, boy." Though she called me "boy" so often, and with a carelessness that was far from complimentary, she was of about my own age.