Eugene exchanged his dress suit for a shabby overcoat and slippers, kindled a fire with some blocks of patent fuel, and prepared for his night's work in such a sort that the faint sounds he made were drowned by Christophe's heavy tramp on the stairs.
Eugène erantzi zen, pantufletan jarri, xenila ziztrin bat jantzi, bere zohikatz-sua piztu, eta berehala lotu zen lanari, halako moldez non Christophek bere zapata handien zalapartarekin ere estali baitzituen mutil gaztearen prestakizun isilak.