The tall commissionaire looked in amazement at her.
The commissionaire put his finger on the bell of the outside door.
Most of the goods were sent on drays to the magazin, but our reputation having preceded us, we were honored with a fiacre, making the journey between the Douane and the shop on the knee of a confidential commissionaire.
{Picardie = province of France, north of Evreux; barrieres = gates at the edge of Paris, where local customs duties were collected; magazin = shop; fiacre = a kind of carriage; Douane = customs house; confidential commissionaire = special messenger}
He was immediately inquiring of a tall
commissionaire in shining braid, and a short porter in shirt sleeves, whether anybody or anything had been seeking his apartments.
'
commissionaire' of the hotel--I don't know what a '
commissionaire' is, but that is the man we went to--and told him we wanted a guide.
Sherlock Holmes had opened his mouth to reply, when the door flew open, and Peterson, the
commissionaire, rushed into the apartment with flushed cheeks and the face of a man who is dazed with astonishment.
The
commissionaire stood stolidly in his place, raising every now and then his cab whistle to his lips.
I think she was a little surprised to find that both outfits were for the same house; and she certainly betrayed an ignoble curiosity about the mother's Christian name, but she was much easier to brow-beat than a fine lady would have been, and I am sure she and her daughter enjoyed themselves hugely in the shops, from one of which I shall never forget Irene emerging proudly with a
commissionaire, who conducted her under an umbrella to the cab where I was lying in wait.
If you care to learn how he had gathered information, you will find that he had, on one occasion, disguised himself as the
commissionaire between the 'Laboratory of the Surete' and Monsieur Stangerson, of whom 'experiments' were demanded.
At once, both in the person of the
commissionaire and in the persons of the footmen, there sprang to life the same reverence as had arisen in the lacqueys of the hotel.
We wait on, hoping against hope, and at last, just as waiters and
commissionaires are beginning to eye us with suspicion, we face the truth.