But Charles concealed nothing. He called her "my wife", tutoyed* her, asked for her of everyone, looked for her everywhere, and often he dragged her into the yards, where he could be seen from far between the trees, putting his arm around her waist, and walking half-bending over her, ruffling the chemisette of her bodice with his head.
Baina Charlesek ez zuen ezer disimulatzen. Nire emaztea deitzen zion, hika egiten zion, haren berri galdetzen zion edonori, haren bila zebilen edonon, eta sarritan eskortetara eramaten zuen, eta han, urrunetik ikusten zen, zuhaitz artean, gerritik besoa pasatzen ziola eta harengana erdi makurturik aurrera segitzen zuela, buruaz haren bruxaren brodadurak ximurtuz.