Madame Macherez accepted my proposition, knew just the person I needed, and taking off her badge pinned it on to the lapel of my coat and made me a member of her society.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
He wore the colours of a regiment with which he had served for a time, and a silver badge on the right lapel of his tweed jacket.
"The Orchard of Tears"
Sax Rohmer
"But let him come some other time," she coaxed, holding the lapel of his coat, her eyes searching his.
"Peter A Novel of Which He is Not the Hero"
F. Hopkinson Smith