summer-room

Afterwards, we went slowly back to the summer-room for coffee.

Smokescreen Francis, Dick 1972

Afterwards, we went slowly back to the summer-room for coffee.

Smokescreen Francis, Dick 1972

He walked through a saloon, entered the conservatory, emerged into the garden, and at length found himself in the long summer-room.

Henrietta Temple A Love Story Benjamin Disraeli 1842

'There, go out of that door, and you will find your way to my summer-room, and there you will find my squirrel.'

Henrietta Temple A Love Story Benjamin Disraeli 1842

Cortez and Pizarro, Correggio and Michael Angelo, and a long train of dames and dons of all nations, succeed; so long that the amphitheatre cannot hold them, and the procession, that they may walk over the stage, makes a short progress through an adjoining summer-room.

Vivian Grey Benjamin Disraeli 1842

Isolated in the midst of the gardens was a long building, called the summer-room, lined with Indian matting, and screened on one side from the air merely by Venetian blinds.

Henrietta Temple A Love Story Benjamin Disraeli 1842

Presently we saw they were alarmed, some jumped into the river, others put out their hooks, and a couple ran towards the summer-room, to unchain the pleasure-boat, which is fastened under the window.

Agnes De-Courci: a Domestic Tale 1789

As soon as my dearest wife recovered her reason, she asked after poor Agnes; and our surprise was mutual at finding, neither her, the Major, nor Madame Vallmont were returned to the house; at her earnest request I then hastened back to the summer-room, which I found quite deserted.

Agnes De-Courci: a Domestic Tale 1789

After dinner Agnes withdrew to her closet, but engaged to go to the summer-room in the evening, the Major then ordered his horse.

Agnes De-Courci: a Domestic Tale 1789

The river, the stream therefore which smoothly glides, and gently laves the sides of our summer-room at Belle-Vue, is the same that rushes at the Hermitage, over incredible large stones, and forms a natural cascade, just above the library, ah my friend! what sensations did this recollection give rise to, it was by plunging into a river the mother of my Edward would have precipitated her soul into eternal ruin; how would he have been affected had he known her sad story; with what horror would he have retreated from the bank on which he delighted to recline.

Agnes De-Courci: a Domestic Tale 1789