Bovary was searching at the bottom of his purse for a centime, and without appearing to understand all there was of humiliation for him in the mere presence of this man, who stood there like a personified reproach to his incurable incapacity.
Bovary txanpon baten bila ari zen bere poltsaren zokoan; eta han, bere gauzaezkeria sendaezinaren destaina pertsonifikatua bezala, zutik zegoen gizon haren presentzia hutsean berarentzako umilaziotan zegoen guztia ulertzearen antzik gabe: