This sort of thing would not have appealed to him at all.
"My dear Cecil," the Princess declared, "I call this perfectly delightful.

Jeanne and I have wanted so much to see you in your own home.

Jeanne, isn't this nicer, ever so much nicer, than anything you had imagined ?" Jeanne, who was sitting opposite, lifted her remarkable eyes and glanced around with interest.
"Yes," she admitted, "I think that it is! But then, any place that looks in the least like a home is a delightful change after all that rushing about in London." "I agree with you entirely," Major Forrest declared.

"If our friend has disappointed us at all, it is in the absence of that primitiveness which he led us to expect.

One perceives that one is drinking Veuve Clicquot of a vintage year, and one suspects the nationality of our host's cook." "You can have all the primitivism you want if you look out of the windows," Cecil remarked drily.