Then the bottle disappeared under the apron again, and Mademoiselle Saget, with her hands out of sight, remained talking in the bright glow of the counter, face to face with the big mirror, in which the flasks and bottles of liqueurs were reflected like rows of Venetian lanterns.
Gero, botila berriz desagertu zen mantalaren azpian; eta Saget andereñoak, eskuak ezkutuan, hitz eta pitz jarraitu zuen, barraren isla zabal zurian, ispiluaren aurrean, non botilek eta likore ontziek faroltxo veneziarren ilara zintzilikatuak ematen baitzuten.