I can see again to-day, above her mauve scarf, silky and buoyant, the gentle astonishment in her eyes, to which she had added, without daring to address it to anyone in particular, but so that everyone might enjoy his share of it, the almost timid smile of a sovereign lady who seems to be making an apology for her presence among the vassals whom she loves.
Berriro dakusat orain, haren xal malba zetatsu hanpatuaren gainean, begi haien harridura eztia, zeinari erantsia baitzion, inori bereziki zuzendu nahi gabe baina ororentzat hazkurri, irribarre herabeti bat, bere menekoen aurrean desenkusa eta maitasuna adierazi nahi zituzkeèn anderauren feudal batena iduri.