Dinnery

“For with an invalid so much depends on tranquillity. In the drawing-room, for instance, she might constantly be disturbed by callers; and the dining-room is so—so what shall I call it? so dinnery,—the smell of meals never seems to leave it; it would have been different if dear papa had allowed me to throw out that window—”

It was evening, the hour when warm dinnery smells pervaded the walls and whiffs of other people’s trays came a-visiting.