Dayrobe

Cambric edging to adorn thy dayrobes & the prettiest little brush & comb for thy silken hair that were ever seen.

Just that burned-out woman wrapped primly in her dayrobe and the sound of her voice—[…]

Surely true. This intricate, so-personal net of the Castle annoyed him, but he saw no way to break out of it. They lay down together, she in her negligee, he in his dayrobe, with his sword on.

He stood up and pulled on a dayrobe that glinted with silver-threaded embroidery around the hem and neckband.