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From one of the streets leading out of the Place Royale you can see the cathedral, and as you come nearer you see that it is clear enough of houses or such like things; the great apse rises over you, with its belt of eastern chapels; first the long slim windows of these chapels, which are each of them little apses, the Lady Chapel projecting a good way beyond the rest, and then, running under the cornice of the chapels and outer aisles all round the church, a cornice of great noble leaves; then the parapets in changing flamboyant patterns, then the conical roofs of the chapels hiding the exterior tracery of the triforium, then the great clerestory windows, very long, of four lights, and stilted, the tracery beginning a long way below the springing of their arches; and the buttresses are so thick, and their arms spread so here, that each of the clerestory windows looks down its own space between them, as if between walls: above the windows rise their canopies running through the parapet, and above all the great mountainous roof, and all below it, and around the windows and walls of the choir and apse, stand the mighty army of the buttresses, holding up the weight of the stone roof within with their strong arms for ever.
But in answer to all invitations, there came only polite, stilted little letters of regret, in the children's round script. "Mother would d'rather we shouldn't go to a sin-gul party until we are young ladies!" Ellen would say cheerfully, if cross-examined on the subject, leaving it to the more tactful Joanna to add, "But Mother thanks you JUST as much."
Coulson assented, "delivered to me in the presence of one other person, whose name you will find mentioned in that letter." Sir Edward bowed his head. When he spoke again, his manner had somehow changed. It had become at once more official, a trifle more stilted. "This is a great subject, Mr. Coulson," he said.
Here we have no more the make-believe of the Elizabethan age, no longer the stilted measure of the Georgian. The day of the heroic couplet is done; with Burns we come back to nature. Selected Works of Robert Burns, edited by R. Sutherland.
"Foanna the wise learn what lies before them when they walk alone in the dark." The Hawaikan speech was stilted, accented, but understandable. Ross stood motionless. Had they somehow seen him through Loketh's eyes? Or had they been alerted merely by the Hawaikan's call? They believed he was one of the Foanna. Well, he would play that role. "Foanna!" Sharper this time, demanding.
"I should admire the frankness of that boast, Monsieur, if in our talk just now you had not spoken as contemptuously of what we are accustomed to consider French masterpieces as you have done of Virgil and Tasso." "Ah, Mademoiselle! it is not my fault if you have had teachers of taste so rococo as to bid you find masterpieces in the tiresome stilted tragedies of Corneille and Racine.
But when Billie, through Yoritomo, asked his sister to walk in the garden, she answered herself: "Receive thanks. Honorable walk will confer pleasure." Assuredly the Japanese-English dictionaries and phrase books must all use the most stilted and ceremonious English words, so Billie thought. "'Receive thanks and confer pleasure! How absurd!"
I have been trying to find you for some time, but you have always been out or away, leaving no address." "I have been to the sea with my Aunt Clara," she answered. Then for a while five minutes or more there followed a strained and stilted conversation. "Will the booby never come to the point?" reflected Montalvo, surveying him through a join in the tapestry. "By the Saints, what a fool he looks!"
As a matter of fact, his object at first was to improve his English. Later on more ambitious projects developed in his fertile brain. He would talk about New York and London in his queer stilted way. He had been a fireman on board ship, a teacher of jiujitsu, a juggler, a quack dentist, Heaven knows what else.
"Thank goodness!" exclaimed Gowan, when they were safely out of earshot of the study door. "I never dreamt of such an awful thing as Miss Walters offering to turn up! Why, we couldn't have had any fun at all!" "We'd have had to act Shakespeare, or something stilted out of a book!" shuddered Edith. "I should simply shut up if any of the mistresses were looking on," protested Dulcie.
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