"You've dyed your hair since then," remarked Jordan, and I started, but the girls had moved casually on and her remark was addressed to the premature moon, produced like the supper, no doubt, out of a caterer's basket. With Jordan's slender golden arm resting in mine, we descended the steps and sauntered about the garden.
'Orduz gero ilea tindatu duzu', esan zion Jordanek oharturik, eta ni asaldatu egin nintzen, baina neskek arretarik jarri gabe aurrera segi zuten eta haren oharpena ilargi atera berriarentzat izan zen, hau ere, dudarik gabe, afaria bezala hornitzaile baten saskitik aterea izango baitzen.