The only ones of Albertine’s lies I knew about at this time were the ones Françoise had told me about at Balbec, for example, and which I have not mentioned, much as they hurt me at the time: “She didn’t want to come so she said to me, ‘Couldn’t you tell your master you couldn’t find me, I’d gone out?’ ” But our “inferiors,” when they love us, as Françoise did, always like to wound us in our self-regard.
