Complete Short Works of George MeredithMeredith, George
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Complete Short Works of George Meredith
Meredith, George
English fiction -- 19th century
I answered stupidly: ‘Oh, yes, thank you,’ and would have given worlds
for the courage to reply in French, but I distrusted my accent. At
breakfast, the opportunity or rather the excuse for an attempt, was
offered. His French valet, Francois, waits on him at breakfast. Mr.
Pollingray and his sister asked for things in the French tongue, and,
as if fearing some breach of civility, Mr. Pollingray asked me if I knew
French.
Yes, I know it; that is, I understand it,’ I stuttered. Allons, nous
parlerons francais,’ said he. But I shook my head, and remained like a
silly mute.
I was induced towards the close of the meal to come out with a few
French words. I was utterly shamefaced. Mr. Pollingray has got the
French manner of protesting that one is all but perfect in one’s
speaking. I know how absurd it must have sounded. But I felt his
kindness, and in my heart I thanked him humbly. I believe now that a
residence in France does not deteriorate an Englishman. Mr. Pollingray,
when in his own house, has the best qualities of the two countries. He
is gay, and, yes, while he makes a study of me, I am making a study of
him. Which of us two will know the other first? He was papa’s college
friend--papa’s junior, of course, and infinitely more papa’s junior now.
I observe that weakness in him, I mean, his clinging to youthfulness,
less and less; but I do see it, I cannot be quite in error. The truth
is, I begin to feel that I cannot venture to mistrust my infallible
judgement, or I shall have no confidence in myself at all.
After breakfast, I was handed over to Miss Pollingray, with the
intimation that I should not see him till dinner.
‘Gilbert is anxious to cultivate the society of his English neighbours,
now that he has, as he supposes, really settled among them,’ she
remarked to me. ‘At his time of life, the desire to be useful is
almost a malady. But, he cherishes the poor, and that is more than an
occupation, it is a virtue.’
Her speech has become occasionally French in the construction of the
sentences.
‘Mais oui,’ I said shyly, and being alone with her, I was not rebuffed
by her smile, especially as she encouraged me on.
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