A fad which, moreover, she thought was bound to amuse other people so much that in Paris, when M. Swann called on New Year's Day bringing her a little packet of marrons glacés, she never failed, if there were strangers in the room, to say to him:
Fantasia bat, bestalde, besteentzat ere hain libertigarria iruditzen zitzaiona nonbait, non, Parisen, urtats egunean Swann jaunak bere poltsatxoa bete gaztaina izoztu zekarkionean, beti esaten baitzion, inguruan jenderik baldin bazegoen: