They remained alone—Madame Bovary, her back turned, her face pressed against a window-pane; Leon held his cap in his hand, knocking it softly against his thigh.
Bovaryné az ablaknál állott; kinézett és hátat fordított Léonnak. Léon a kezében tartotta a sipkáját, s csöndesen veregette vele a lábaszárát.