Aussitôt mon anxiété tomba; maintenant ce n’était plus comme tout à l’heure pour jusqu’à demain que j’avais quitté ma mère, puisque mon petit mot allait, la fâchant sans doute (et doublement parce que ce manège me rendrait ridicule aux yeux de Swann), me faire du moins entrer invisible et ravi dans la même pièce qu’elle, allait lui parler de moi à l’oreille; puisque cette salle à manger interdite, hostile, où, il y avait un instant encore, la glace elle-même—le «granité»—et les rince-bouche me semblaient recéler des plaisirs malfaisants et mortellement tristes parce que maman les goûtait loin de moi, s’ouvrait à moi et, comme un fruit devenu doux qui brise son enveloppe, allait faire jaillir, projeter jusqu’à mon cœur enivré l’attention de maman tandis qu’elle lirait mes lignes. →
At once my anxiety subsided; it was now no longer (as it had been a moment ago) until to-morrow that I had lost my mother, for my little line was going--to annoy her, no doubt, and doubly so because this contrivance would make me ridiculous in Swann's eyes--but was going all the same to admit me, invisibly and by stealth, into the same room as herself, was going to whisper from me into her ear; for that forbidden and unfriendly dining-room, where but a moment ago the ice itself--with burned nuts in it--and the finger-bowls seemed to me to be concealing pleasures that were mischievous and of a mortal sadness because Mamma was tasting of them and I was far away, had opened its doors to me and, like a ripe fruit which bursts through its skin, was going to pour out into my intoxicated heart the gushing sweetness of Mamma's attention while she was reading what I had written.