As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host, but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way, and denied so vehemently any knowledge of his movements, that I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table-the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.
Iritsi orduko nere anfitrioiaren bila saio bat egin nuen baina hari buruz galdetu nien bi edo hiru lagunek hain harriturik begiratu eta haren nondik-norakoen berri izpirik ez zutela hain deblauki adierazi zuten, non koktel mahaira ziztuan atera bainintzen.... hura zen bakarti eta galdu itxura eman gabe geldi egon zitekeen leku bakarra.