There was much sense in your smile: it was very shrewd, and seemed to make light of your own abstraction. It seemed to say--'My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.'
il semblait dire: «Mes visions sont belles, mais il ne faut pas oublier que ce ne sont que des visions; mon cerveau a inventé un ciel rose, un Eden vert et fleuri, mais je sais bien qu'il faut me frayer ma route dans un rude sentier et lutter contre la tempête.»