He sat for a long time on the bench in the thickening dusk, his eyes never turning from the balcony. At length a light shone through the windows, and a moment later a man-servant came out on the balcony, drew the awnings, and closed the shutters.
At that, as if it had been the signal he waited for, Newland Archer got up slowly and walked back alone to his hotel.
Il demeura assis longtemps alors que le soir tombait, sans jamais quitter le balcon des yeux. Une lumière apparut enfin à la fenêtre et peu après, un domestique sortit sur le balcon, releva les stores et ferma les persiennes.
Comme si c'était le signal qu'il attendait, Newland Archer se leva lentement et, seul, regagna son hôtel.