Informality Predominates the Sunday Night Lunch

There are people who just naturally are not · domestic. Those moments when an overwhelming feeling of domesticity sweeps over them are very, very rare. But if on these rare occasions they create a certain pink roses-silver teapot- mahogany gatelegged table atmosphere for themselves and indulge in some rather prosaic dreams, albeit quite fascinating after a fashion, there will descend such a calm domestic feeling that a cat curled up and purring on a silk rag braided cushion in front of the fire will be apparent and seem almost visible.