night-rail

The lout saw me silently into a room, which was as I'd expected - bars on the window, lock clicking behind me, and Kralta sitting up in the great four-post bed, clad in a gauzy night-rail and a look of expectation.

Watershed 2010

I went up, and was making for the chamber I shared with Kralta when a soft voice called and I turned to see the Prince's maitresse-en-titre, she of the heroic bosom, standing in an open doorway in a silk night-rail that was never designed for sleeping.

Watershed 2010

I performed my ablutions in some bewilderment, and my good angel prompted me to wrap a towel round myself before venturing out, for when I did, damned if the door he'd used didn't open, and a massive bosom emerged, followed by the soulful countess in a night-rail fashioned apparently from a scrap of mosquito-net.

Watershed 2010

All the candles were burning, the bed was turned down, a fluffy little Paris night-rail which I recognized as one I'd bought my darling lay by the pillow, and her scent was in the air.

The Sky Writer Geoff Barbanell 2010

I went up, and was making for the chamber I shared with Kralta when a soft voice called and I turned to see the Prince's maitresse-en-titre, she of the heroic bosom, standing in an open doorway in a silk night-rail that was never designed for sleeping.

Flashman And The Tiger Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1999

I performed my ablutions in some bewilderment, and my good angel prompted me to wrap a towel round myself before venturing out, for when I did, damned if the door he'd used didn't open, and a massive bosom emerged, followed by the soulful countess in a night-rail fashioned apparently from a scrap of mosquito-net.

Flashman And The Tiger Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1999

The lout saw me silently into a room, which was as I'd expected - bars on the window, lock clicking behind me, and Kralta sitting up in the great four-post bed, clad in a gauzy night-rail and a look of expectation.

Flashman And The Tiger Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1999

She blinked at me, dabbing at her eyelashes -- God, she was a beauty, in her flimsy night-rail -- they seemed to be wearing them very low in Strackenz that winter, and I was beginning to come all over of a heat, what with her nearness and the scent of her hair, and the troubled adoration in her lovely eyes.

Royal Flash Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1970

Her unbound hair of brown fell like a mantle about her shoulders, and this fact it was drew me to notice that she was in her night-rail, and that this room to which I had penetrated was her chamber.

Bardelys the Magnificent; being an account of the strange wooing pursued by the Sieur Marcel de Saint-Pol, marquis of Bardelys... Rafael Sabatini 1912

I must needs brush my cheek, then, with the sleeve of my night-rail.

Richard Carvel — Volume 08 Winston Churchill 1909