But the following day, at noon, he found her in so sombre a melancholy, she was so pale, she directed at him a gaze in which he read at times such anger, that he did not feel himself to be sufficiently justified in putting any question to her as to the serenade; he was afraid of being impolite.
Biharamuneko eguerdian, ordea, hain malenkonia goibelak jota aurkitu zuen gure presoak bere maitea, hain zurbil zegoen neska, eta berari botatzen zizkion begiradetan hain haserre handia irakurtzen zion batzuetan, non Fabriceri ez baitzitzaion zilegi iruditu Cleliari serenatari buruz galderarik egitea, zakar jokatzeko beldurrez.