coachyard

Time had scarred it deeply and the balcony overhanging the coachyard sagged in a rather alarming fashion as though about to drop down from sheer old age.

The Green Eyes of Bâst Sax Rohmer 1921

Now the two travelers, who had spoke to me in the coachyard, happening at that crisis to be passing by, and observing our communications, naturally took it into their heads that we must be man and wife, at least; so stopping as soon as they came up to the door of the Remise, the one of them, who was the Inquisitive Traveler, ask’d us, if we set out for Paris the next morning?

13. The Remise Door. Calais 1917

Four months had elapsed since it had finish’d its career of Europe in the corner of Monsieur Dessein’s coach-yard; and having sallied out from thence but a vampt-up business at the first, though it had been twice taken to pieces on Mount Sennis, it had not profited much by its adventures—but by none so little as the standing so many months unpitied in the corner of Monsieur Dessein’s coachyard.

8. Calais 1917

And when home he went not to his own quarters in the coachyard, but straight into the _patio_ -- the private court of the house.

The Free Lances A Romance of the Mexican Valley Mayne Reid 1850

"Drive round to the coachyard, and tell the grooms to close the gates," cried Harry, while he led the stranger up the steps.

Won from the Waves William Henry Giles Kingston 1847

'Excuse my curiosity,' she said, 'but did I not see you in the coachyard, on the morning my brother went away to Yorkshire?'

Nicholas Nickleby Charles Dickens 1841

Now there being no traveling through France and Italy without a chaise—and nature generally prompting us to the thing we are fittest for, I walk’d out into the coachyard to buy or hire something of that kind to my purpose: an old Desobligeant1in the furthest corner of the court hit my fancy at first sight, so I instantly got into it, and, finding it in tolerable harmony with my feelings, I ordered the waiter to call Monsieur Dessein, the master of the hotel.

6. The Desobligeant. Calais 1917

‘Excuse my curiosity,’ she said, ‘but did I not see you in the coachyard, on the morning my brother went away to

Nicholas Nickleby 2007

"Near to the jail, and by consequence near to Smithfield, and on that particular part of Snow Hill where omnibuses going eastward seriously think of falling down on purpose, and where horses in hackney cabriolets going westward not unfrequently fall by accident, is the coachyard of the Saracen's

Inns and Taverns of Old London