Sernine rose and ran to the little door, which had just closed upon a dark form.

Sernine 起身跑向那扇小门， 门刚刚在一个黑色身影面前关上。

But a rustle of silk on the flags, the tip of a bonnet, a lined cloak—it was she! Leon rose and ran to meet her.

但是石板地上的窸窣声，一顶帽子的宽边，一个黑色的网眼面纱… … 是她！ 莱昂站了起来，向她跑去。