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Lane, too, had heard a noise, but could not be sure whether it was inside the building or not. Swann hurried over to join Thesel. They looked blankly at each other. The air might have been charged. Both girls showed alarm. Then Lane, with his hand on the gun in his pocket, strode out to confront them. "Oh h!" gasped Lorna, as if appalled at sight of her brother's face.
If no arrangement had been made to 'go anywhere, it was at the Verdurins' that Swann would find the 'little nucleus' assembled, but he never appeared there except in the evenings, and would hardly ever accept their invitations to dinner, in spite of Odette's entreaties. "I could dine with you alone somewhere, if you'd rather," she suggested. "But what about Mme. Verdurin?"
"But why on earth should it bother him?" rejoined M. Verdurin. "I'm sure M. Swann has never heard the sonata in F sharp which we discovered; he is going to play us the pianoforte arrangement."
Adolphus Swann, his partner, had just returned from lunch, and for about the fifth time that day was arranging his white hair and short, neatly pointed beard in a small looking-glass. Over the top of it he glanced at Hardy, who, leaning back in his chair, bit his pen and stared hard at a paper before him. "Is that the manifest of the North Star?" he inquired. "No," was the reply. Mr.
And Swann was, perhaps, even more touched by the spectacle of her addressing him thus, in front of Forcheville, not only in these tender words of predilection, but also with certain criticisms, such as: "I feel sure you haven't written yet to your friends, about dining with them on Sunday.
"Helen Wrapp is nutty about Dick Swann," went on Lorna. "She drives down to the office after " "Lorna, do you know Helen and I are engaged?" interrupted Lane. "Hot dog!" was that young lady's exposition of utter amaze. She stared at her brother. "We were engaged," continued Lane. "She wore my ring. When I enlisted she wanted me to marry her before I left. But I wouldn't do that."
Who in the world can it be?" but they knew quite well that it could only be M. Swann.
"I only want to see Mr Gilbert Swann," she insisted. "Yes," said the servant. "Will you please step into the breakfast-room? There's no one there. I will tell Mr Swann." As Mrs Swann was being led like a sheep out of the hall into an apartment on the right, which the servant styled the breakfast-room, another door opened, further up the hall, and Mrs Clayton Vernon appeared.
A fad which, moreover, she thought was bound to amuse other people so much that in Paris, when M. Swann called on New Year's Day bringing her a little packet of marrons glaces, she never failed, if there were strangers in the room, to say to him: "Well, M. Swann, and do you still live next door to the Bonded Vaults, so as to be sure of not missing your train when you go to Lyons?" and she would peep out of the corner of her eye, over her glasses, at the other visitors.
Swann reproached himself with his failure, hitherto, to estimate at her true worth a creature whom the great Sandro would have adored, and counted himself fortunate that his pleasure in the contemplation of Odette found a justification in his own system of aesthetic.
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