It was a lovely night. The moonlight was dancing on the waves, the ship glided smoothly on before a gentle breeze. Miss Lydia was not sleepy, and nothing but the presence of an unpoetical person had prevented her from enjoying those emotions which every human being possessing a touch of poetry must experience at sea by moonlight.
Gaua ederra zen, ilargia uhinetan islatzen zen, ontzia emeki-emeki aurrera zihoan brisatxoak bultzatuta, Miss Lydiak ez zuen lo egiteko gogorik, eta arrotza egoteak galarazi zion edozein gizakik (bihotzean poesi izpirik badu behintzat) itsasoan ilargi betean sentitzen duen hunkidura dastatzea.