They're as empty as an echo.
We fell out a bit over that; but I was living down at the Manor then, and so it didn't actually come to a split.

But when the governor died and she found that I'd been left the house which was worth no end to her--socially--and she'd been left the money which really wasn't worth a damn--sorry--that slipped out"-- Sally smiled--"she came back to me, arms round the neck--head quite low enough to be kissed then--and did her best to patch the business up.

I suppose that rattled me.

I could see the value of it.

It was just as empty as all the rest of her social schemes.