but Quenu grew up plump and merry, a little dense, indeed, and scarce able to read or write, but endowed with high spirits which nothing could ruffle, and which filled the big gloomy room in the Rue Royer Collard with gaiety.
Quenu mutiko koskor potoloa bihurtzen ari zen, pixka bat hezigabea, irakurtzen eta idazten doi-doi zekiena, baina haren umore eder aldagaitzarekin Royer-Collard kaleko gela handi ilun hura alaitasunez betetzen zuena.