"Where is the kitchen here ?" "Somewhere down below," he replied apologetically.
"A cellar kitchen!" she exclaimed.

"Why, in Putney they simply can't let houses with cellar kitchens.

No! No restaurants and hotels for me--not for _choice_--that is, regularly." "Still," he said, with a judicial air, "hotels are very convenient." "Are they ?" she said, meaning, "Prove it." "For instance, here, there's a telephone in every room." "You don't mean in the bedrooms ?" "Yes, in every bedroom." "Well," she said, "you wouldn't catch me having a telephone in my bedroom.

I should never sleep if I knew there was a telephone in the room! Fancy being forced to telephone every time you want--well! I And how is one to know who there is at the other end of the telephone?
No, I don't like that.

All that's all very well for gentlemen that haven't been used to what I call _com_fort in a way of speaking.