Annette and Sylvie: Being Volume One of The Soul EnchantedRolland, Romain
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Annette and Sylvie: Being Volume One of The Soul Enchanted
Rolland, Romain
French fiction -- Translations into English
Their love was no longer a secret to anyone. They were both incapable of
veiling it. Annette held her tongue in vain; her eyes spoke for her.
Their mute acquiescence was so eloquent that in the eyes of the world,
as in Roger's, she appeared tacitly engaged.
The Brissot family alone did not lose sight of the fact that she was
not. To Roger's declarations, Annette doubtless lent herself with an
evident pleasure. But she avoided answering; she was clever enough to
turn the conversation to some great subject, on which the innocent
Roger, leaving the prey for the shadow, launched himself endlessly, only
too happy to talk. And, once again, Annette had not spoken. Having
observed this manœuver several times, the Brissots, prudent folk that
they were, decided to take a hand. It was not that they could harbor a
doubt regarding Annette's decision and the happiness that so brilliant a
match would bring her; but, after all, one must always reckon with the
strange caprices of a young girl! They knew life. They knew its
pitfalls. They were crafty French provincials. When the decision that
they awaited was delayed on the way, prudence counseled them to go in
search of it. The two Brissot ladies took the road.
There was a smile that was known in Paris, in the circle of their
acquaintances, as the Brissot smile: it was unctuous and sweet, affable
and superior, measuredly and heavily playful, foreseeing all, gushing
with benevolence, perfectly indifferent; it offered full hands, but the
hands remained full. It adorned the two Brissot ladies.
Madame Brissot, the mother, a large handsome woman, with a broad face,
fat cheeks, well-fed and chubby, had an imposing carriage, an opulent
bosom, and an unctuous, excessively flattering way of talking that
embarrassed the sincere Annette. But it was not meant for her alone (she
soon noticed this with relief). This laudatory tone was generously
distributed to all. It was accompanied by a perpetual badinage, which
with the Brissots was a courteous mark of the certainty which was
intuitive with them, and of the geniality with which they recognized
this superiority.
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