But if the thought of actors weighed so upon me, if the sight of Maubant, coming out one afternoon from the Théâtre-Français, had plunged me in the throes and sufferings of hopeless love, how much more did the name of a 'star,' blazing outside the doors of a theatre, how much more, seen through the window of a brougham which passed me in the street, the hair over her forehead abloom with roses, did the face of a woman who, I would think, was perhaps an actress, leave with me a lasting disturbance, a futile and painful effort to form a picture of her private life.
Baina, baldin antzezleek hala kezkatzen baninduten, baldin arratsalde batez Maubant Théâtre-Français-etik irteten ikusi izanak nigan amodioaren atxikimendua eta oinazeak sortarazi bazizkidan, zenbatenaz gehiago ez ote zuen nire baitan durduzamendu iraunkorragoa eragiten antzoki baten ateko izar distiratsu baten izenari erreparatzeak, edo beharbada aktorea izan zitekeela pentsatzen nuèn emakume baten begitartea ikusteak, coupé baten beiraz bestaldera, zaldi kopeta bete arrosaz loreztatuek karrikan zehar zeramatelarik, hots, zenbatenaz gehiago ez ote zuen hark nigan pizten haren bizitza neure irudimenean irudikatzeko bulkada ezindu eta mingarria.