Charlotte sank slowly into her chair again, and Mr. Wentworth sat staring, with a light in his face that might have been flashed back from an iceberg. He stared and stared;
Poliki-poliki, Charlotte bere aulkian eseri zen ostera, eta Wentworth jauna begira-begira geratu zen, izozmendi batek islatua zirudien argitasun bat aurpegian zuela. Begira-begira jarritzen zuen;