that was if (at one of those points when the revolutions of her course brought her, moth-like, in sight of the lamp in the little parlour where the liqueurs were set out on the card-table) my great-aunt called out to her:
bere joan-etorriek aldian-aldiro joko-mahaira likoreak zerbitzatzen ari zirèn areto txikiko argi aurrera intsektu baten gisa erakartzen zutenean, halako batean, izeba-amonak berari hauxe oihukatzeak: "Bathilde!