At last the guard returned; once more I was stowed away in the coach, my protector mounted his own seat, sounded his hollow horn, and away we rattled over the "stony street" of L-.
Al fin vinieron a buscarme, mi protector me colocó en mi asiento, subió al suyo, tocó la trompa y el coche comenzó a rodar sobre la calle empedrada de L...