This melancholy life went on until the end of February. I was beginning to think that Meaulnes had forgotten everything when an adventure, stranger than the others, came to prove to me that I had been mistaken and that a violent storm was brewing under the dreary surface of this winter life.
Je commençais à croire que Meaulnes avait tout oublié, lorsqu’une aventure, plus étrange que les autres, vint me prouver que je m’étais trompé et qu’une crise violente se préparait sous la surface morne de cette vie d’hiver.