The bathroom was unbelievable — the walls were looking-glass! And there was a glass table with at least half-a-dozen bottles of scent and toilet water on it. (Americans say “perfume” instead of “scent” — much more correct, really; I don’t know why “perfume” should be considered affected in England.) “Simon says this bathroom’s an outrage on the house,” said Mrs. Cotton, “but I’ve no use for antiquity in bathrooms.” “Isn’t it lovely?” I said to Rose. “Glorious,” she said, in an almost tragic voice. I could see she was liking it so much that it really hurt her.
