He got up from the table to open the door for the ladies feeling inwardly chilled, feeling, as he put it to himself, Slabby inside; and, left alone with a dish of black plums and some sinister-looking wine in a decanter, which he avoided because when he took hold of it ice clinked, he rang the bell as unobtrusively as he could and asked the parlourmaid in a subdued voice, the French window to the garden being open and in the garden being Lucy and her aunt, whether there were such a thing in the house as a whisky and soda.
"Vera"
Elisabeth von Arnim
These last are made of Slabby rock, and thus have a finished appearance.
"Rough Stone Monuments and Their Builders"
T. Eric Peet