My parents had to be content with sending me, every day, to the Champs-Elysées, in the custody of a person who would see that I did not tire myself; this person was none other than Françoise, who had entered our service after the death of my aunt Léonie.
Hainbestean, konformatu egin behar egunero Champs Elysées-era joatearekin, neka ez nendin arduratzen zèn pertsona baten zaintzapean: Françoise nuen zaindari hori, izeba Léonie hil ondoren gure zerbitzura etorria.