It was in vain that he assured himself that this possible meeting at Prévost's (the tension of waiting for which so ravished, stripped so bare the intervening moments that he could find nothing, not one idea, not one memory in his mind beneath which his troubled spirit might take shelter and repose) would probably, after all, should it take place, be much the same as all their meetings, of no great importance.
Alferrik ziotsan bere buruari, behin eta berriro, ezen Prévosteneko balizko enkontru hura (zeinaren igurikapenak bere ordura arteko bizipen guztiak hain bortizki inarrosten eta eranzten baitzizkion non ezin baitzuen atzeman ideia bakar bat ere, oroitzapen bakar bat ere, bere gogoaren atsedengarri), gerta baledi ere, beste edozein enkontru bezalakoxea izango zela seguru asko, alegia, hutsaren hurrengoa.