One side of the house in which they lived overlooked the Rue Saint Jacques, where there was a large poultry-roasting establishment kept by a worthy man called Gavard, whose wife was dying from consumption amidst an atmosphere redolent of plump fowls.
Haien etxeak fatxada bat zuen Saint-Jacques kale aldera, eta han erretegi handi bat zegoen, Gavard izeneko gizon prestu batek zuzentzen zuena, zeinaren emaztea birikeriaz hil baitzen, hegaztien usain gantzatsuen erdian.