Bending over the balcony, I was about to murmur 'Mon ange'--in a tone, of course, which should be audible to the ear of love alone--when a figure jumped from the carriage after her; cloaked also; but that was a spurred heel which had rung on the pavement, and that was a hatted head which now passed under the arched _porte cochere_ of the hotel.
Me incliné sobre la barandilla y ya iba a exclamar: «¡Ángel mío!», cuando me detuve al ver otra figura, también envuelta en un gabán, que descendía del coche después de Céline y que pasaba, con ella, bajo la puerta cochera del hotel.