It was a fine, calm day, though very cold; I was tired of sitting still in the library through a whole long morning: Mrs. Fairfax had just written a letter which was waiting to be posted, so I put on my bonnet and cloak and volunteered to carry it to Hay; the distance, two miles, would be a pleasant winter afternoon walk.
El día, aunque frío, era despejado y sereno. Fatigada de haber pasado la mañana entera en la biblioteca, aproveché con gusto la circunstancia de que el ama de llaves hubiese escrito una carta, para ofrecerme a llevarla a Hay al correo.