Couchette

The doctor […] desired they would have the goodness to repose themselves without ceremony, each in his respective couchette, while he and his friend Mr. Pallet would place themselves upright at the ends, that they might have the pleasure of serving those that lay along.

But I was disturbed to find a blot on my conception of the ultra-modern S.N.C.F.—the couchette car offered neither hot water nor, unless I looked in the wrong places, an electric razor point.