cheval glass

The electric light was shining full into the cheval glass as she came and stood before it, with the smile of pleasure still on her lips.

She stood before this cheval glass to-night a thoroughly happy little person.

Then she went to a cheval glass, which mirrored her from head to foot, and glanced at herself.

The Phantom, viewing himself in a cheval glass, daubed a dark tint over the gray at his temples.

She knew she had always been a beautiful woman—she was sure, when she glanced at herself in the cheval glass in her bedroom, that she had never appeared to greater advantage.