Verdurin desperately. Saniette who, ever since he had surrendered his untouched plate to the butler, had been plunged once more in silent meditation, emerged finally to tell them, with a nervous laugh, a story of how he had once dined with the Duc de La Trémoïlle, the point of which was that the Duke did not know that George Sand was the pseudonym of a woman.
Saniette, bere plater oraindik betea zerbitzari-buruari arrapaladan itzuli ostean isiltasun hausnartzailean birmurgildua zena, meditazio-trantze horretatik jalgi ere egin zen, azkenean, istorio bat kontatzeko, barrez, La Trémouille dukearenean egina omen zuèn afari bati buruz, zeinean argi gelditu omen baitzen ezen duke hark ez zekiela, nonbait, Georges Sand emakume baten gaitzizena zenik.