At last the house-keeper brought forward a little round table, such as once was called a gueridon, on which was a cup of strong mocha, the perfume of which filled the room.
"The Physiology of Taste"
Brillat Savarin
The table, a rickety gueridon, overbalanced, and away rolled my uncorked phial of prussic acid and fell into a hundred pieces on the tessellated floor.
"The Morals of Marcus Ordeyne"
William J. Locke
A high vase of remarkable beauty, filled with white roses, stood on the gueridon.
"The Complete PG Edition of The Works of Winston Churchill"
Winston Churchill