All 50 Uses
maxim
in
Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier
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- My family always call me Maxim, I'd like you to do the same.†
Chpt 5 *
- I've been lunching with Maxim.'†
Chpt 5
- I was to call him Maxim.†
Chpt 5
- The family could call him Maxim if they liked.†
Chpt 5
- And I had to call him Maxim.†
Chpt 5
- But to be kind he would have run his pen through the printed name and written in ink underneath 'from Maxim', as a sort of sop, and if there was space, a message, 'I hope you are enjoying New York'.†
Chpt 6
- Maxim sitting at the end.†
Chpt 6
- We must drink the health of the bride,' and Maxim saying afterwards, 'I have never seen you look so lovely.†
Chpt 6
- And a woman comes in, smiling; she is Maxim's sister, and she is saying, 'It's really wonderful how happy you have made him; everyone is so pleased, you are such a success.'†
Chpt 6
- He just can't go on living there alone...' Chapter seven We came to Manderley in early May, arriving, so Maxim said, with the first swallows and the bluebells.†
Chpt 7
- 'This is London rain,' said Maxim when we left, 'you wait, the sun will be shining for you when we come to Manderley'; and he was right, for the clouds left us at Exeter, they rolled away behind us, leaving a great blue sky above our heads and a white road in front of us.†
Chpt 7
- 'Feeling better?' said Maxim, and I smiled at him, taking his hand, thinking how easy it was for him, going to his own home, wandering into the hall, picking up letters, ringing a bell for tea, and I wondered how much he guessed of my nervousness, and whether his question 'Feeling better?' meant that he understood.†
Chpt 7
- Not myself coming to Manderley for the first time, the wife of Maxim de Winter.†
Chpt 7
- I wished we could have been one with them, perhaps their neighbours, and that Maxim could lean over a cottage gate in the evenings, smoking a pipe, proud of a very tall hollyhock he had grown himself, while I bustled in my kitchen, clean as a pin, laying the table for supper.†
Chpt 7
- There would be an alarm clock on the dresser ticking loudly, and a row of shining plates, while after supper Maxim would read his paper, boots on the fender, and I reach for a great pile of mending in the dresser drawer.†
Chpt 7
- 'Only two miles further,' said Maxim; 'you see that great belt of trees on the brow of the hill there, sloping to the valley, with a scrap of sea beyond?†
Chpt 7
- I envied Maxim, careless and at ease, and the little smile on his lips which meant he was happy to be coming home.†
Chpt 7
- I glanced at Maxim.†
Chpt 7
- As we drove up to the wide stone steps and stopped before the open door, I saw through one of the mullioned windows that the hall was full of people, and I heard Maxim swear under his breath.†
Chpt 7
- He was old, he had a kind face, and I smiled up at him, holding out my hand, but I don't think he could have seen, for he took the rug instead, and my small dressing-case, and turned to Maxim, helping me from the car at the same time.†
Chpt 7
- 'Well, here we are, Frith,' said Maxim, taking off his gloves.†
Chpt 7
- 'I might have guessed it,' said Maxim abruptly.†
Chpt 7
- 'This is Mrs Danvers,' said Maxim, and she began to speak, still leaving that dead hand in mine, her hollow eyes never leaving my eyes, so that my own wavered and would not meet hers, and as they did so her hand moved in mine, the life returned to it, and I was aware of a sensation of discomfort and of shame.†
Chpt 7
- Maxim took my arm and made a little speech of thanks, perfectly easy and free from embarrassment, as though the making of it was no effort to him at all, and then he bore me off to the library to tea, closing the doors behind us, and we were alone again.†
Chpt 7
- They pawed at Maxim, their long, silken ears strained back with affection, their noses questing his hands, and then they left him and came to me, sniffing at my heels, rather uncertain, rather suspicious.†
Chpt 7
- Soon tea was brought to us, a stately little performance enacted by Frith and the young footman, in which I played no part until they had gone, and while Maxim glanced through his great pile of letters I played with two dripping crumpets, crumbled cake with my hands, and swallowed my scalding tea.†
Chpt 7
- For he was gayer than I had thought, more tender than I had dreamed, youthful and ardent in a hundred happy ways, not the Maxim I had first met, not the stranger who sat alone at the table in the restaurant, staring before him, wrapped in his secret self.†
Chpt 7
- My Maxim laughed and sang, threw stones into the water, took my hand, wore no frown between his eyes, carried no burden on his shoulder.†
Chpt 7
- I had to teach myself that all this was mine now, mine as much as his, the deep chair I was sitting in, that mass of books stretching to the ceiling, the pictures on the walls, the gardens, the woods, the Manderley I had read about, all of this was mine now because I was married to Maxim.†
Chpt 7
- We should grow old here together, we should sit like this to our tea as old people, Maxim and I, with other dogs, the successors of these, and the library would wear the same ancient musty smell that it did now.†
Chpt 7
- Maxim glanced up from his letters.†
Chpt 7
- 'Oh, nothing much,' said Maxim briefly, 'only redecorating and painting the suite in the east wing, which I thought we would use for ours.†
Chpt 7
- I was glad Maxim had given me a set of brushes, and that they were laid out there, upon the dressing-table, for Mrs Danvers to see.†
Chpt 7
- Then I saw a shadow flit across her face, and she drew back against the wall, effacing herself, as a step sounded outside and Maxim came into the room.†
Chpt 7
- Maxim went and leant out of the window.†
Chpt 7
- I felt happier when I had dismissed her from my thoughts, less of an interloper, and as we wandered about the rooms downstairs, and looked at the pictures, and Maxim put his arm around my shoulder, I began to feel more like the self I wanted to become, the self I had pictured in my dreams, who made Manderley her home.†
Chpt 7
- My footsteps no longer sounded foolish on the stone flags of the hall, for Maxim's nailed shoes made far more noise than mine, and the pattering feet of the two dogs was a comfortable, pleasing note.†
Chpt 7
- I was glad, too, because it was the first evening and we had only been back a little while and the showing of the pictures had taken time, when Maxim, looking at the clock, said it was too late to change for dinner, so that I was spared the embarrassment of Alice, the maid, asking what I should wear, and of her helping me to dress, and myself walking down that long flight of stairs to the hall, cold, with bare shoulders, in a dress that Mrs Van Hopper had given me because it did not suit her daughter.†
Chpt 7
- Maxim made instinctively now for the chair on the left of the open fireplace, and stretched out his hand for the papers.†
Chpt 7
- I remember now, looking back, how on that first morning Maxim was up and dressed and writing letters, even before breakfast, and when I got downstairs, rather after nine o'clock, a little flurried by the booming summons of the gong, I found he had nearly finished, he was already peeling his fruit.†
Chpt 8
- It seemed strange to me that Maxim, who in Italy and France had eaten a croissant and fruit only, and drunk a cup of coffee, should sit down to this breakfast at home, enough for a dozen people, day after day probably, year after year, seeing nothing ridiculous about it, nothing wasteful.†
Chpt 8
- Thank the Lord I haven't a great crowd of relations to inflict upon you,' said Maxim, 'a sister I very rarely see, and a grandmother who is nearly blind.†
Chpt 8
- Maxim got up from his chair, and lit a cigarette.†
Chpt 8
- I could not tell him that I had never seen the morning-room, that Maxim had not shown it to me the night before.†
Chpt 8
- There were no old well-worn chairs, no tables littered with magazines and papers, seldom if ever read, but left there from long custom, because Maxim's father, or even his grandfather perhaps, had wished it so.†
Chpt 8
- And Maxim was not yet back.†
Chpt 9
- I knew I must go back now, to the morning-room, and meet Maxim's sister and her husband.†
Chpt 9
- Maxim had returned, then, while I had been upstairs, bringing his agent with him I supposed, for it sounded to me as if the room was full of people.†
Chpt 9
- 'Here she is at last,' said Maxim.†
Chpt 9
- Beatrice was tall, broad-shouldered, very handsome, very much like Maxim about the eyes and jaw, but not as smart as I had expected, much tweedier; the sort of person who would nurse dogs through distemper, know about horses, shoot well.†
Chpt 9
Definitions:
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(1)
(maxim) a short saying that expresses a general truth or principle
- (2) (meaning too rare to warrant focus)