Happening to call one evening when Celine did not expect me, I found her out; but it was a warm night, and I was tired with strolling through Paris, so I sat down in her boudoir; happy to breathe the air consecrated so lately by her presence.
Una noche que Céline no me esperaba, se me ocurrió visitarla, pero había salido. Me senté a aguardarla en su gabinete, feliz al respirar el aire de su aposento, embalsamado por su aliento...