His mind, in the vesture of a doubting monk, stood often in shadow under the windows of that age, to hear the grave and mocking music of the lutenists or the frank laughter of waist-coateers until a laugh too low, a phrase, tarnished by time, of chambering and false honour stung his monkish pride and drove him on from his lurking-place.
Bere gogoa, fraide zalantzakor baten soinekoz jantzia, maiz geratzen zen garai hartako leihoaren errainupean arrabita joleen musika itzaltsu eta trufaria edo maribideetakoen barre irekia entzuten, harik eta algara arruntegi batek edo denborak histu esaldi, barru-usain eta sasi-ohorez kutsatu batek bere fraide-harrotasuna zauritu eta ezkutalekutik ateratzen zuen arte.