Women, their inherent special charms are like the kinds of glasses in the cellaret, leading man to love, to see, to pursue;and man once getting into it can't easily abstain.
What a topsy-turvy day! " You'd rather have rum than claret, I suppose, " said Rhett, reaching into the cellaret and producing a squat bottle. " She is a beautiful baby, isn't she, Mammy" ?