Nous restions tous suspendus aux nouvelles que ma grand’mère allait nous apporter de l’ennemi, comme si on eût pu hésiter entre un grand nombre possible d’assaillants, et bientôt après mon grand-père disait: «Je reconnais la voix de Swann.» On ne le reconnaissait en effet qu’à la voix, on distinguait mal son visage au nez busqué, aux yeux verts, sous un haut front entouré de cheveux blonds presque roux, coiffés à la Bressant, parce que nous gardions le moins de lumière possible au jardin pour ne pas attirer les moustiques et j’allais, sans en avoir l’air, dire qu’on apportât les sirops; ma grand’mère attachait beaucoup d’importance, trouvant cela plus aimable, à ce qu’ils n’eussent pas l’air de figurer d’une façon exceptionnelle, et pour les visites seulement. M. Swann, quoique beaucoup plus jeune que lui, était très lié avec mon grand-père qui avait été un des meilleurs amis de son père, homme excellent mais singulier, chez qui, paraît-il, un rien suffisait parfois pour interrompre les élans du cœur, changer le cours de la pensée. →
And there we would all stay, hanging on the words which would fall from my grandmother's lips when she brought us back her report of the enemy, as though there had been some uncertainty among a vast number of possible invaders, and then, soon after, my grandfather would say: "I can hear Swann's voice." And, indeed, one could tell him only by his voice, for it was difficult to make out his face with its arched nose and green eyes, under a high forehead fringed with fair, almost red hair, dressed in the Bressant style, because in the garden we used as little light as possible, so as not to attract mosquitoes: and I would slip away as though not going for anything in particular, to tell them to bring out the syrups; for my grandmother made a great point, thinking it 'nicer' of their not being allowed to seem anything out of the ordinary, which we kept for visitors only. Although a far younger man, M. Swann was very much attached to my grandfather, who had been an intimate friend, in his time, of Swann's father, an excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits and divert the current of his thoughts.