Then while the kitchen-maid-who, all unawares, made the superior qualities of Françoise shine with added lustre, just as Error, by force of contrast, enhances the triumph of Truth-took in coffee which (according to Mamma) was nothing more than hot water, and then carried up to our rooms hot water which was barely tepid, I would be lying stretched out on my bed, a book in my hand, in my room which trembled with the effort to defend its frail, transparent coolness against the afternoon sun, behind its almost closed shutters through which, however, a reflection of the sunlight had contrived to slip in on its golden wings, remaining motionless, between glass and woodwork, in a corner, like a butterfly poised upon a flower.
Sukaldeko neskameak kafea, gure amak ur beroa besterik ez zela zioena, zerbitzatzen zuen bitartean-hartara, nahi gabe, nabarmenaraziz Françoiseren nagusitasuna, hala nola Akatsak, kontrastez, oparoago bihurtzen duen Egiaren garaipena-, eta segidan gure geletara doi-doi epel zegoèn ur beroa igotzen zuen bitartean, ni ohe gainean etzanda egoten nintzen, liburu bat eskuetan, neure gelan, zeinak dardaraz babesten baitzuen bere freskotasun hauskor eta gardena arratsaldeko eguzkiaren kontra leiho-atexkak ia erabat itxirik, haien zirrikitu batetik egun-argiak bere hego horiak iragaztea lortua bazuen ere, eta zuraren eta beiraren artean geldirik geratu, bazter batean, tximeleta pausatu baten gisa.