In the antechamber, upon long circular benches, reposed the elect; that is to say, those who were called.
He believed himself transported into that famous country of giants into which Gulliver afterward went and was so frightened; and yet he had not gained the goal, for there were still the landing place and the antechamber.
While the conversation turned on this subject, and was only for a moment interrupted by the arrival of a journal that contained nothing worth reading, we will just step out into the antechamber
, where cloaks, mackintoshes, sticks, umbrellas, and shoes, were deposited.
When he called out into the antechamber
for the second time, he silently took a chair by her side.
A glass door gave entrance from this portico into an antechamber, a species of gallery paved in red tiles and wainscoted, which served as a hospital for the family portraits,--some having an eye put out, others suffering from a dislocated shoulder; this one held his hat in a hand that no longer existed; that one was a case of amputation at the knee.
Every evening, at six o'clock, the long antechamber received its furniture.
Emmanuel followed her, and in the antechamber
were visible the rough faces of seven or eight half-naked sailors.
A pretty and rather wide antechamber
, lighted from the courtyard, led to the grand salon, the windows of which looked on the street.
Then my lord does not know that there are eight guards about him, four in his chamber, four in the antechamber
, and that they never leave him.
They set forward; and, with a grandeur of air, a dignified step, which caught the eye, but could not shake the doubts of the well-read Catherine, he led the way across the hall, through the common drawing-room and one useless antechamber
, into a room magnificent both in size and furniture -- the real drawing-room, used only with company of consequence.
These squires," returned Dona Rodriguez, "are always our enemies; and as they are the haunting spirits of the antechambers
and watch us at every step, whenever they are not saying their prayers (and that's often enough) they spend their time in tattling about us, digging up our bones and burying our good name.
Consequently, the clubrooms became deserted, the servants dozed in the antechambers
, the newspapers grew mouldy on the tables, sounds of snoring came from dark corners, and the members of the Gun Club, erstwhile so noisy in their seances, were reduced to silence by this disastrous peace and gave themselves up wholly to dreams of a Platonic kind of artillery.