They're in a special wing.

We keep them for emergencies.

And the fact is we haven't got another corner." Doris, in dismay, took the smiling lady by the arm.
"I can't live up to it! Please let us go to the inn." But Meadows and Miss Field mocked at her; and she was soon ushered into a vast bedroom, in the midst of which, on a Persian carpet, sat her diminutive bag, now empty.

Various elegant "confections" in the shape of tea-gowns and dressing-gowns littered the bed and the chairs.

The toilet-table showed an array of coroneted brushes.