Mais le lendemain, à midi, il la trouva d’une mélancolie tellement sombre, elle était si pâle, elle dirigeait sur lui des regards où il lisait quelquefois tant de colère, qu’il ne se sentit pas assez autorisé pour lui adresser une question sur la sérénade ; il craignit d’être impoli.
But the following day, at noon, he found her in so sombre a melancholy, she was so pale, she directed at him a gaze in which he read at times such anger, that he did not feel himself to be sufficiently justified in putting any question to her as to the serenade; he was afraid of being impolite.