Room with a closet, often

Usage examples of foyer.

Henry helped her up the steps, through the door and into the foyer, and Abigail gasped in admiration.

Behind her the French doors stood open, as did the main doors across the office and presumably the front door beyond the foyer, admitting whatever breeze might be found.

He dropped Alastor, and the cat immediately raced across the foyer and began to investigate the house.

A few moments later, as the crowd held its aching sides and mopped its eyes, Samson the Strong Man hauled prone, soaked, semi-conscious, fearfully hallucinating Buffo off up the gangway that led to the foyer as little children gave him one last tittering poke for luck before he vanished as from the face of the earth, while the clowns ran round and round the tiers of seats, kissing babies, distributing bonbons and laughing, laughing, laughing to hide their broken hearts.

As Cig dashed through the office foyer, the senior partner in Cartwell and McShane, a University of Virginia graduate in 1969 who never got over it, strode out of his office.

Davy finished threading his way through the entrance foyer and into the side room, he found Brian Cox sitting near a front window with a newspaper open, but not lifted quite high enough to block his view of the restaurant.

While they were in the foyer, Cox pitched a chair through the front window, threw his companion over his shoulder, and left through the window.

I arrived early and waited in the foyer of the Curatorial Towers where most of the offices of the British Columbia Provincial Museum are located.

He reached out with his senses toward the grove in the darkened foyer of Havenwood, probing.

Turning suddenly on his heel, Durand strode the whole length of the foyer as though he intended to leave the theater.

Standing in darkness with her three pursuers silhouetted against the glow of gaslight in the foyer, Eleanor had a slight advantage.

They were coming into the foyer, both in evening dress, which probably meant that they were accompanying Charlie Cornwell to some glitzy dinner party or ball.

Along the handcrafted walnut railing that ran up the turret staircase dominating the foyer, an electric hoist now whirred along a grease-blackened track.

The total zero behind the window waited patiently, quietly smiling his zero smile, toying a little at his shirt cuffs and drumming his well-done fingers a little on the counter, nervously, as bank clerks are always apt to do while waiting for old ladies to make that long hitchy walk across the foyer.

He led her to the right, toward the foyer, where he had been with Laster and his assistants.