No one cared.

Nigel hates it all.

He calls it a rathole.

He detests the country everywhere, but particularly this part of it.

After the first year I had learned better than to speak to him of spending money on repairs." "A good deal of money should be spent on repairs," reflected Betty, looking about her.
She was standing in the middle of a room whose walls were hung with the remains of what had been chintz, covered with a pattern of loose clusters of moss rosebuds.