It's on the shady side and quite under the shelf of the mountain.

There's a very cool breeze all the time, they say, from the caverns." Deppingham glanced at the sun-baked window ledges of their own rooms and swore softly.
"Ask some one to bring the tea things in here, Bromley," she said sternly, her piquant face as hard and set as it could possibly be--which, as a matter of fact, was not noticeably adamantine.

"Besides, I want to give some orders.

We must have system here, not Americanisms." "Very well, my lady." After she had retired Deppingham was so unwise as to run his finger around the inside of his collar and utter the lamentation: "By Jove, Aggie, it _is_ hot in these rooms." She transfixed him with a stare.
"I find it delightfully cool, George." She called him George only when it was impossible to call him just what she wanted to.
The tea things did not come in; in their stead came pretty Mrs.Browne.
She stood in the doorway, a pleading sincere smile on her face.
"Won't you _please_ join Mr.Browne and me in that dear little garden?
It's so cool up there and it must be dreadfully warm here.

Really, you should move at once into Mr.Wyckholme's old apartments across the court from ours.