The uncertainty of awakening revealed by her silence was not at all revealed in her eyes. As soon as she was able to speak she said: “My ⸻” or “My dearest ⸻” followed by my Christian name, which, if we give the narrator the same name as the author of this book, would be “My Marcel,” or “My dearest Marcel.” After this I would never allow my relatives, by calling me “dearest,” to rob of their priceless uniqueness the delicious words that Albertine uttered to me. As she uttered them, she pursed her lips in a little pout which she herself transformed into a kiss. As quickly as, earlier in the evening, she had fallen asleep, so quickly had she awoken.