Bildungsromans; France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Villages -- France -- Fiction
It made no difference my knowing that the young fellows who went past
the hotel every day on horseback were the sons of the questionably
solvent proprietor of a linen-drapery to whom my father would never have
dreamed of speaking; the glamour of "seaside life" exalted them in my
eyes to equestrian statues of demi-gods, and the best thing that I could
hope for was that they would never allow their proud gaze to fall upon
the wretched boy who was myself, who left the hotel dining-room only to
sit humbly upon the sands. I should have been glad to arouse some
response even from the adventurer who had been king of a desert island
in the South Seas, even of the young consumptive, of whom I liked to
think that he was hiding beneath his insolent exterior a shy and tender
heart, which would perhaps have lavished on me, and on me alone, the
treasures of its affection. Besides (unlike what one generally says of
the people one meets when travelling) just as being seen in certain
company can invest us, in a watering-place to which we shall return
another year, with a coefficient that has no equivalent in our true
social life, so there is nothing--not which we keep so resolutely at a
distance, but--which we cultivate with such assiduity after our return
to Paris as the friendships that we have formed by the sea. I was
anxious about the opinion that might be held of me by all these
temporary or local celebrities whom my tendency to put myself in the
place of other people and to reconstruct what was in their minds had
made me place not in their true rank, that which they would have held in
Paris, for instance, and which would have been quite low, but in that
which they must imagine to be, and which indeed was their rank at
Balbec, where the want of a common denominator gave them a sort of
relative superiority and an individual interest. Alas, none of these
people's contempt for me was so unbearable as that of M. de Stermaria.
For I had noticed his daughter, the moment she came into the room, her
pretty features, her pallid, almost blue complexion, what there was
peculiar in the carriage of her tall figure, in her gait, which
suggested to me--and rightly--her long descent, her aristocratic
upbringing, all the more vividly because I knew her name, like those
expressive themes composed by musicians of genius which paint in
splendid colours the glow of fire, the rush of water, the peace of
fields and woods, to audiences who, having first let their eyes run over
the programme, have their imaginations trained in the right direction.
The label "Centuries of Breeding", by adding to Mlle. de Stermaria's
charms the idea of their origin, made them more desirable also,
advertising their rarity as a high price enhances the value of a thing
that has already taken our fancy. And its stock of heredity gave to her
complexion, in which so many selected juices had been blended, the
savour of an exotic fruit or of a famous vintage.
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