applausive

When the murmur of this applausive exclamation had subsided, Alexius proceeded: — “Once more, I say, that my faithful Grand Domestic, and those who act under him, will take care to commit the execution of such part of these orders as may seem aggressive, to troops of foreign appearance and language, which, I grieve to say, are more numerous in our imperial army than our natural-born and orthodox subjects.”

Count Robert of Paris 2008

Maitre Pierre, in whom the bravado of the young gallant seemed only to excite laughter, more scornful than applausive.

Quentin Durward 2008

(“Good-by, men!”), and vanished with us from their applausive presence.

Familiar Spanish Travels 2004

Clearly he was amused — as amused as a man could be who was so little ever surprised, and that made him almost applausive.

The Portrait of a Lady 2003

For, as Nathalie passed through the long _salons_, she was followed by such a trail of whispers, envious, malicious, amazed, from the women, universally applausive from the men, that the Countess suddenly realized that she held in her hands

The Genius Margaret Horton Potter

Silk gowns and snowy wigs raise the applausive roar!

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, February 14, 1891 Various

His lordship kindly gratified them as much as possible, with a sight of his person, by repeatedly presenting himself at the window; and was as repeatedly greeted by the grateful and applausive shouts of the surrounding multitude, invoking Heaven's best blessings on the noble champion of his country.

The Life of the Right Honourable Horatio Lord Viscount Nelson, Volume 2 James Harrison

He can listen to a foolish discourse with an applausive attention, and conceal his laughter at nonsense.

Microcosmography or, a Piece of the World Discovered; in Essays and Characters John Earle

Alice's talk was little more than cheerful sound, but, to fill a desolate interval, served its purpose; and her mother supported her with ever-faithful cooings of applausive laughter.

Alice Adams 1921

Add to the fact of the challenge, another fact, that she is of Irish blood, and that her gallery gods are just inside the door, and it is a pity her audience should be merely the hens and I. Thus do I ever hover at hand, softly applausive of my mother's defense of her garden, secretly appreciative of the devious ways of vegetables, witnessing -- to forgive -- the wanderings of my father's flock.

The Joys of Being a Woman and Other Papers 1918