Tansonville seemed little more than a place to rest in between two walks or a refuge during a shower. Rather too countrified, it was one of those rural dwellings where every sitting-room is a cabinet of greenery, and where the roses and the birds out in the garden keep you company in the curtains; for they were old and each rose stood out so clearly that it might have been picked like a real one and each bird put in a cage, unlike those pretentious modern decorations in which, against a silver background, all the apple trees in Normandy are outlined in the Japanese manner, to trick the hours you lie in bed. '
- Time Regained
- Chapter 1 Tansonville
- Chapter 2 M. de Charlus During the War, His Opinions, His Pleasures
- Chapter 3 An Afternoon Party At the Princesse de Guermantes