On the day when my parents had gone to pay him a visit, I had accompanied them, but they had allowed me to remain outside, and as M. Vinteuil's house, Montjouvain, stood on a site actually hollowed out from a steep hill covered with shrubs, among which I took cover, I had found myself on a level with his drawing-room, upstairs, and only a few feet away from its window.
Harengana bisitan joan zirèn egunean, berekin eraman ninduten gurasoek, baina kanpoan gelditzeko baimena eman zidaten, eta Vinteuil jaunaren etxea muino lahartsu baten ezponda-barrenean zegoenez, eta ni hantxe ezkutatua izaki, horra non aurkitu nintzen bigarren solairuaren hein berean, haren leihotik berrogeita hamar zentimetrora doi-doi.