Sally, exhausted by the long watch, had fallen asleep on a lounge.
As they entered the lounge, Eric wondered why he had chosen this of all places.
And Miss Van Harlem, in a bewitching wrapper, sat on the lounge and admired.
The library was tenanted by Cousin Percy, who was taking a nap on the lounge.
I told Hephzy of my experience when I joined her in the Lounge.