Felix is ill, and I want to get at some cognac that is in the cellarette.
Sorrowfully I locked the cellarette and dropped the key in my pocket.
His hunting flask from out the cellarette was there on the table.
And I had done it as far as my bank account, cellarette and the liquor-dealer permitted.
And just here her attention seemed to center on my cellarette over in the corner.