He had great difficulty in getting back to his seat, for his elbows were jerked at every step because of the glass he held in his hands, and he even spilt three-fourths on the shoulders of a Rouen lady in short sleeves, who feeling the cold liquid running down to her loins, uttered cries like a peacock, as if she were being assassinated.
Nahiko lan izan zuen bere tokira itzultzen; zeren, bere eskuetan helduta zuen basoa medio, ukondoetan jotzen baitzuten urrats bakoitzeko, eta hiru laurden isuri ere egin zuen mahuka motzetako emakume Rouendar baten bizkar gainean, zeinak, likido hotza gultzurrunetan behera jarioan sentiturik, pauma-garrasiak bota baitzituen, hil balute bezala.