Having no longer the heart to devote himself to anything, the Conte was wandering gloomily through his picture gallery when, a quarter of an hour later, he received a note which ran as follows:
Beste ezertan aritzeko kemenik gabe, goibel zebilen kondea hara-hona margolanen galerian barrena; handik ordu laurdenera ohar bat jaso zuen, ordea, honela zioena: