Les seuls instants pendant lesquels Fabrice eut quelque chance de sortir de sa profonde tristesse, étaient ceux qu’il passait caché derrière un carreau de vitre, par lequel il avait fait remplacer un carreau de papier huilé à la fenêtre de son appartement vis-à-vis le palais Contarini, où, comme on sait, Clélia s’était réfugiée ; le petit nombre de fois qu’il l’avait vue depuis qu’il était sorti de la citadelle, il avait été profondément affligé d’un changement frappant, et qui lui semblait du plus mauvais augure.
The only moments in which Fabrizio had any chance of escaping from his profound melancholy were those which he spent hidden behind a pane, the glass of which he had had replaced by a sheet of oiled paper, in the window of his apartment opposite the palazzo Contarmi, in which, as we know, Clelia had taken refuge; on the few occasions on which he had seen her since his leaving the citadel, he had been profoundly distressed by a striking change, and one that seemed to him of the most evil augury.