reception room

I was sitting in a foyer called the “Diplomatic Reception Room” when President Obama walked in.

Their portraits now hang in the Senate Reception Room of the Capitol.

Kind of a reception-room in there—guess I know a reception-room from a hole in the wall.

A gray-haired man with a bustling manner and wearing glasses came through the reception room and Mark stopped him.

I take the pasteboard, return it to my case, and walk slowly out of the reception-room.

Another man was sprawled on the gray broadloom of the reception room, a brownish puddle beneath his side.

In one of the courts was a plain-columned hall on the level of the ground, which served as a reception-room.