His insipid voice murmured like a running brook; a light shone in his eyes through the glimmering of his spectacles, and his hand was advancing up Emma's sleeve to press her arm.
Sa voix fade susurrait, comme un ruisseau qui coule; une étincelle jaillissait de sa pupille à travers le miroitement de ses lunettes, et ses mains s’avançaient dans la manche d’Emma, pour lui palper le bras.