Grantaire doesn't know what to make of the fact that he can venture so far without eliciting rebuke (though there is something of it in her eyes and in the gasp that earns a grin of his own), save that this girl has an uncommon tolerance for his effrontery. Or that she is somehow drawn by it; the notion is an odd but certainly not impossible one. Nothing is impossible among the whims of men and women... Though by all typical measures, he has surely pushed too far.
Time for a gesture. Lowering himself to one knee, he takes her hand, gazing up in half-feigned penitence. "You see what I mean, Mademoiselle Boissy? Impulse drives me to speak too far, bringing words to light that ought to remain veiled among polite company, and certainly among such recent acquaintances. It is only that something in your being resonates so deeply, as if sounding chords for which I have lifelong sought, as if I have long yearned to hear the call of this very essence.
"I am a rude creature, and while I can scarcely dare hope that you will forgive me, I must ask that you think not too harsh of me, nor harden yourself against my too ardent pleas!"
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Date: 2013-06-06 12:06 am (UTC)Time for a gesture. Lowering himself to one knee, he takes her hand, gazing up in half-feigned penitence. "You see what I mean, Mademoiselle Boissy? Impulse drives me to speak too far, bringing words to light that ought to remain veiled among polite company, and certainly among such recent acquaintances. It is only that something in your being resonates so deeply, as if sounding chords for which I have lifelong sought, as if I have long yearned to hear the call of this very essence.
"I am a rude creature, and while I can scarcely dare hope that you will forgive me, I must ask that you think not too harsh of me, nor harden yourself against my too ardent pleas!"