Assis dans le petit salon, où j’attendais l’heure du dîner en lisant, j’entendais l’eau dégoutter de nos marronniers, mais je savais que l’averse ne faisait que vernir leurs feuilles et qu’ils promettaient de demeurer là, comme des gages de l’été, toute la nuit pluvieuse, à assurer la continuité du beau temps; qu’il avait beau pleuvoir, demain, au-dessus de la barrière blanche de Tansonville, onduleraient, aussi nombreuses, de petites feuilles en forme de cœur; et c’est sans tristesse que j’apercevais le peuplier de la rue des Perchamps adresser à l’orage des supplications et des salutations désespérées; c’est sans tristesse que j’entendais au fond du jardin les derniers roulements du tonnerre roucouler dans les lilas. →
Sitting in the little parlour, where I would pass the time until dinner with a book, I might hear the water dripping from our chestnut-trees, but I would know that the shower would only glaze and brighten the greenness of their thick, crumpled leaves, and that they themselves had undertaken to remain there, like pledges of summer, all through the rainy night, to assure me of the fine weather's continuing; it might rain as it pleased, but to-morrow, over the white fence of Tansonville, there would surge and flow, numerous as ever, a sea of little heart-shaped leaves; and without the least anxiety I could watch the poplar in the Rue des Perchamps praying for mercy, bowing in desperation before the storm; without the least anxiety I could hear, at the far end of the garden, the last peals of thunder growling among our lilac-trees.