While in everyone else the late hour showed itself in flushed and heated faces, crushed dresses, limp collars and crumpled ruffs, the black Pierrette stood there fresh and neat with her white face beneath her mask. Her costume had not a crease and not a hair was out of place. Her ruff and pointed cuffs were untouched.
Gainerakoei beren aurpegi izerdituetan, jantzi hondatuetan, lepo eta papar zimurtuetan zein berandu zen igertzen zitzaien bitartean, han zegoen Pierrette beltza, garbi eta berri, aurpegi zuria maskararen azpian, zimurrik gabeko jantzitan, papar horbanik gabean, eskumutur puntadun lausobakotan eta itxura lirainean.