Vinteuil's sitting-room, on the mantelpiece, stood a small photograph of her father which she went briskly to fetch, just as the sound of carriage wheels was heard from the road outside, then flung herself down on a sofa and drew close beside her a little table on which she placed the photograph, just as, long ago, M. Vinteuil had 'placed' beside him the piece of music which he would have liked to play over to my parents.
Vinteuil andereñoaren areto-zokoan, tximiniaren gainean, haren aitaren erretratu txiki bat zegoen ipinita: haretxen bila joan zen brixtadan, errepidetik zetorrèn auto baten burrunba gero eta hurbilago aditzen zelarik; jarraian, diban batean jesarri zen brau, eta mahaitxo bat aldameneratuz beronen gainean paratu erretratua, behinola Vinteuil jaunak berak nire gurasoei jo nahiko ziekeèn partitura hura bere ondoan kokatua zuen bezala.