He had the sudden suspicion that this hour spent in Odette's house, in the lamp-light, was, perhaps, after all, not an artificial hour, invented for his special use (with the object of concealing that frightening and delicious thing which was incessantly in his thoughts without his ever being able to form a satisfactory impression of it, an hour of Odette's real life, of her life when he was not there, looking on) with theatrical properties and pasteboard fruits, but was perhaps a genuine hour of Odette's life;
Susmo zakarra ere izaten zuen, Odetterenean egindako ordubeteko egonaldi haiek ez ote ziren sasi-orduak, berarentzat espresuki antolatuak (zera mozorrotzera destinatuak, alegia, berak etengabe gogo-irudimenetan ohi zerabilèn, baina inoiz zehazki ikusteraino iristen ez zèn gauza beldurgarri bezain zoragarri hura: