Et sa bouche marquée d’un pli amer se ressaisissant plus vite sourit, tandis que le regard restait douloureux, comme celui d’un beau martyr dont le corps est hérissé de flèches: «Non, je ne les connais pas», dit-il, mais au lieu de donner à un renseignement aussi simple, à une réponse aussi peu surprenante le ton naturel et courant qui convenait, il le débita en appuyant sur les mots, en s’inclinant, en saluant de la tête, à la fois avec l’insistance qu’on apporte, pour être cru, à une affirmation invraisemblable,—comme si ce fait qu’il ne connût pas les Guermantes ne pouvait être l’effet que d’un hasard singulier—et aussi avec l’emphase de quelqu’un qui, ne pouvant pas taire une situation qui lui est pénible, préfère la proclamer pour donner aux autres l’idée que l’aveu qu’il fait ne lui cause aucun embarras, est facile, agréable, spontané, que la situation elle-même—l’absence de relations avec les Guermantes,—pourrait bien avoir été non pas subie, mais voulue par lui, résulter de quelque tradition de famille, principe de morale ou vœu mystique lui interdisant nommément la fréquentation des Guermantes. « →
His mouth, which had been stiffened and seared with bitter lines, was the first to recover, and smiled, while his eyes still seemed full of pain, like the eyes of a good-looking martyr whose body bristles with arrows. "No, I do not know them," he said, but instead of uttering so simple a piece of information, a reply in which there was so little that could astonish me, in the natural and conversational tone which would have befitted it, he recited it with a separate stress upon each word, leaning forward, bowing his head, with at once the vehemence which a man gives, so as to be believed, to a highly improbable statement (as though the fact that he did not know the Guermantes could be due only to some strange accident of fortune) and with the emphasis of a man who, finding himself unable to keep silence about what is to him a painful situation, chooses to proclaim it aloud, so as to convince his hearers that the confession he is making is one that causes him no embarrassment, but is easy, agreeable, spontaneous, that the situation in question, in this case the absence of relations with the Guermantes family, might very well have been not forced upon, but actually designed by Legrandin himself, might arise from some family tradition, some moral principle or mystical vow which expressly forbade his seeking their society.