portiere

I stood at the portière and announced Mrs. Gushington-Andrews in my most blasé but butlerian tones.

As she came through the portière, Edith97 walked like a princess.

At last I saw the portière move aside and a little hand, very moist, very soft, stretched out and placed on my right hand.

The scene represents two rooms—a bedroom and a boudoir—separated by an arched opening across which a portière is hung.

He sighed copiously through his nose, and changed legs; his dull eyes turned to the portière.