"Then we are off to a capital start! Mademoiselle Boissy, your company becomes more advantageous by the minute. To think that I might have tarried over just one more glass of wine and missed you completely; ah!, the suggestion is too miserable to bear."
Turning his head aside in mock despair, Grantaire catches sight of an harried-looking woman trudging toward them, largely hidden behind an armload of flowers and greenery. As they pass one another, he snatches a stem at random, presenting it to Irma without pause.
"A flower well-suited for such a lovely lady."
It isn't until he has begun to speak that Grantaire actually sees the supposed flower in his hand: it is a dandelion. Well. Could have been easier with a more traditionally attractive flower, but what would be the fun in that?
"Arresting and gifted with true beauty, with grace untrammeled by the walls of cheap cultivation. The dandelion both sustains and delights; why, the very sight seems a rush of fresh air, bearing a heady recollection of verdant fields and open sky. What could be more desirable? What clearer sign of vivacity?"
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Turning his head aside in mock despair, Grantaire catches sight of an harried-looking woman trudging toward them, largely hidden behind an armload of flowers and greenery. As they pass one another, he snatches a stem at random, presenting it to Irma without pause.
"A flower well-suited for such a lovely lady."
It isn't until he has begun to speak that Grantaire actually sees the supposed flower in his hand: it is a dandelion. Well. Could have been easier with a more traditionally attractive flower, but what would be the fun in that?
"Arresting and gifted with true beauty, with grace untrammeled by the walls of cheap cultivation. The dandelion both sustains and delights; why, the very sight seems a rush of fresh air, bearing a heady recollection of verdant fields and open sky. What could be more desirable? What clearer sign of vivacity?"