It had been a mild, serene spring day--one of those days which, towards the end of March or the beginning of April, rise shining over the earth as heralds of summer. It was drawing to an end now; but the evening was even warm, and I sat at work in the schoolroom with the window open.
Era una calma e serena giornata della fine di marzo, di quelle che pare annunzino l’estate; disegnavo e siccome era anche caldo, avevo aperta la finestra dello studio.