A crude brew of hot toddy, and most of the cake that had appealed to Major Roper in vain, and never gone back to the cellaret, were the only consolations possible.
"Somehow Good"
William de Morgan
And it was all ready, lemons and all, in the black polished wood cellaret, with eagles' claws for feet.
"Somehow Good"
William de Morgan
Mrs. Pope's timid knock was answered by her astonished husband, who, having just returned from the harbour, and assuming his spouse to be long since in bed and asleep, had lit a candle to explore the dining-room cellaret.
"Major Vigoureux"
A. T. Quiller-Couch