What is "chiffonnier"

Usage examples of "chiffonnier".

You, that waiter, the chiffonnier in the next empty street she turns into: whoever happens to be standing in front of the mirror in the place of that wretched man.

Louis XVI chiffonnier I had just bought does not greatly matter to you, dear reader, and would be out of my power to explain even if it did.

There was a chiffonnier to hang some clothes in, and in the corner was an ample zinc bathtub.

And from it he began to produce bottles--little fat bottles containing powders, small and slender bottles containing coloured and white fluids, fluted blue bottles labeled Poison, bottles with round bodies and slender necks, large green-glass bottles, large white-glass bottles, bottles with glass stoppers and frosted labels, bottles with fine corks, bottles with bungs, bottles with wooden caps, wine bottles, salad-oil bottles--putting them in rows on the chiffonnier, on the mantel, on the table under the window, round the floor, on the bookshelf--everywhere.

At the same moment down came three or four bottles from the chiffonnier and shot a web of pungency into the air of the room.

And now, this afternoon, she looked at the rosewood chiffonnier with longing eyes--she even gave that pretty little piece of furniture a slight shake.

Sleuth home earlier than she expected, she went to the corner where the chiffonnier stood, and, exerting the whole of her not very great physical strength, she tipped forward the heavy piece of furniture.

Slowly, laboriously, she tipped the chiffonnier backwards and forwards--once, twice, thrice--satisfied, yet strangely troubled in her mind, for she now felt sure that the bag of which the disappearance had so surprised her was there, safely locked away by its owner.

I went up to dust the drawing-room, and while I was trying to get behind the chiffonnier it tilted.

I wiped it up as well as I could, seeing that the doors of the chiffonnier are locked.

Bunting saw that the chiffonnier was wide open, and that the shelves were empty save for the bottle of red ink which had turned over and now lay in a red pool of its own making on the lower shelf.

There came the sound of a sharp click, that of the key turning in the lock of the chiffonnier cupboard--or so Mr.

He opened the drawers of the bureau and chiffonnier and strewed the contents about the room.