Date: 2013-04-28 07:23 am (UTC)
fitofgrandair: (for i have such a tale to tell)
"Then fortune casts its favor on my ignoble being, and I shall take care to proclaim its praises. Not, however, before I sing your own, Mademoiselle."

He takes her arm with practiced care; bold though the girl may be, she is (so Grantaire deems) one to be treated with adequate courtesy. Even moderately polished girls are raised to expect delicate treatment, and who is he to shatter their expectations? Besides, there is a certain charm to these rituals and to taking on the aspect of a gentleman come calling. That he finds himself ill-suited for the part only enhances the pleasure.

"'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?' Ah, no, perish the thought, and give me words my own, words conjured for you alone! For a summer's day would pale in comparison, just as roses must fade in the presence of your very image. To gaze upon you is to recognize an untold ideal, to see all notions of beauty redefined.

"But my chatter delays your desire. Come, Mademoiselle Boissy, what is your wish? Where shall we venture?" Allow her the option, if nothing else; he has no preference, so long as he may continue to enjoy her company.
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