"Portiere" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... of the portiere pulling a refractory button of her glove into place, as a gay group precipitated themselves into the dressing-room of ...
— Five Little Peppers Grown Up • Margaret Sidney
... that has ever played me dirt can stay here while I stay." Sinclair, with a hand on the portiere, was moving from the doorway into the room. McCloud in a leisurely way rose, though with a slightly flushed face, and at that juncture Marion ran into the room and spoke abruptly. "Here is the silk, Mr. Sinclair," she exclaimed, handing to him a package ...
— Whispering Smith • Frank H. Spearman
... man!" said the voice, and then from behind a portiere a laughing face appeared, followed by a man's active body. At the same time, from an opposite portiere, a lady sprang out and took Marjorie ...
— Marjorie at Seacote • Carolyn Wells
... falling body he had already reached the doorway and torn aside the heavy portiere. It was a sleeping-room he looked into, a room of medium size with two windows and an ornate bed of the Empire style set sidewise against the farther wall. There were electric lights upon imitation candles which were grouped in sconces against the wall, and these were ...
— Jason • Justus Miles Forman
... the bunch of white roses came from. He did not know that, on his birthday, his wife and daughter stood behind the portiere of the parlor, nor that they made the long journey every year to see him. The first few years the Captain's wife had had golden hair, but it had gradually turned gray, and now it was white, although she was still quite a young woman. Formerly ...
— The German Classics, v. 20 - Masterpieces of German Literature • Various
... all over and the girls were in their own rooms, Kit stepped to Helen's door for an extra match, and found her standing before the mirror, a long green velvet portiere draped around her shoulders, and a strip of gold braid banding her hair. She turned around with quick embarrassment, ...
— Kit of Greenacre Farm • Izola Forrester
... with addressing a kind word, a brief salutation, to each of them, and then again moving toward the portiere, looked at the motley crowd in the ball-room. Suddenly, while the two sovereigns were standing side by side, engaged in a familiar chat, and looking into the hall, an unusual commotion was noticed. All rushed toward the entrance of the hall, through which the two ...
— NAPOLEON AND BLUCHER • L. Muhlbach
... Vivien Warren is seated. The walls are mainly covered with book-shelves well filled with consultative works on many diverse subjects. There is another series of shelves crowded with neat, green, tin boxes containing the papers of clients. A dark green-and-purple portiere partly conceals the entry into a washing place which is further fitted with a gas stove for cooking and cupboards for crockery and provisions. At the opposite end of the room is a door which opens into a small ...
— Mrs. Warren's Daughter - A Story of the Woman's Movement • Sir Harry Johnston
... its direct rays reached the corners of the apartment. A Persian rug lay in the center, and took the fullest light. There were no sharp edges of shadow, but instead there was a softly graduated penumbra, deepening into murk. Straight across was a doorway with a portiere, beyond was another, and still farther, a third, all made visible in silhouette by the light in a fourth room, seen as at the ...
— Double Trouble - Or, Every Hero His Own Villain • Herbert Quick
... slowly away. He watched her disappear. Afterwards, with a curious sense of unreality, he remained quite still, his eyes still fixed upon the portiere ...
— A Lost Leader • E. Phillips Oppenheim
... do." Mostyn's own words seemed to him to come from the heavy folds of the portiere hiding the desolate ...
— The Desired Woman • Will N. Harben
... Ducal Palace: a window (L.C.) looks out on a view of Padua by moonlight: a staircase (R.C.) leads up to a door with a portiere of crimson velvet, with the Duke's arms embroidered in gold on it: on the lowest step of the staircase a figure draped in black is sitting: the hall is lit by an iron cresset filled with burning tow: thunder and lightning outside: the time ...
— The Duchess of Padua • Oscar Wilde
... the room, and limping rather more than was usual with him, he pushed aside a portiere and passed into a charmingly furnished country drawing-room. Only the flowers hung dead in their vases; everything else was fresh and sweet and dainty. Slowly he threaded his way amongst the elegant Louis Quinze furniture, examining as though for the first time the beautiful old tapestry, ...
— The Yellow Crayon • E. Phillips Oppenheim
... audience de Charles-Quint. un jour il fendit la presse qui entourait le coche de l'empereur, et monta sur l'etrier de la portiere. Charles demanda quel etait cet homme: 'C'est,' repondit Cortez, 'celui qui vous a donne plus d'etats que vos peres ne vous ont ...
— Poems • Samuel Rogers
... aspect. Several people are gathered on the porch. Floyd hurries within, and goes straight through to the library, lifting the portiere. Dr. Radford is sitting by the window. Jasper Wilmarth is still in his chair, his head fallen over on the desk, pillowed by one arm. The swarthy face is now marble pale, the line of eyebrows blacker than ...
— Floyd Grandon's Honor • Amanda Minnie Douglas
... embroidery frame like all the others. The other three ladies were each seated at an embroidery frame in the embrasures of the windows. I was much impressed, particularly with the large pieces of work that they were undertaking, a portiere, covers for the billiard-table, bed, etc. It quite recalled what one had always read of feudal France, when the seigneur would be off with his retainers hunting or fighting, and the chatelaine, left alone in the chateau, spent her time in her "bower" surrounded by her maidens, all working at ...
— Chateau and Country Life in France • Mary King Waddington
... to announce you to his excellency," said the footman, and slipped behind the portiere. He returned in ...
— LOUISA OF PRUSSIA AND HER TIMES • Louise Muhlbach
... appearance. It was the hour of her levee, the hour when her door was open to all who had enjoyed the honor of being presented to her. The courtiers stood in groups and conversed in light whispers over the on-dits of the day, and turning their eyes from time to time to the portiere of purple velvet which separated them from the boudoir of the signora; from that point must the sun rise to illuminate this ...
— Berlin and Sans-Souci • Louise Muhlbach
... the room, and in the wide hall doorway stood a man, who was quite evidently a waiter. He was white-faced and staring-eyed, and he fairly hung on to a portiere for support, as ...
— Vicky Van • Carolyn Wells |
