So Tom, although busy as usual with his painting, his spring planting, his German and French studies (Schiller and Molière now), plus supervising a crew of three masons who were constructing a greenhouse along the right side of Belle Ombre's back lawn, still counted the passing days and imagined what might have happened after that afternoon in the middle of March, when he had said to Gauthier that he'd heard Trevanny wasn't long for this world.
Hala bada, nahiz beti bezain lanpetuta ibili bere pintaketarekin, udaberriero bezala loreak aldatzen, alemaniera eta frantsesa ikasten (Schiller eta Moliereren txanda zen orain), gainera etxe atzeko lanak ere zaindu behar zituelarik, hiru igeltsero negutegi bat altxatzen ari baitziren belazearen eskuinaldean; hala eta guztiz, Tomek egunak kontatzen jarraitu zuen, eta bere buruari galdezka zer gertatu ote zen martxoaren erdialdeko arratsalde hartan Gauthierri esan ziona esan ondoren, alegia Trevannyk mundu honetakoak bukatzear zeuzkala.