And if she found it amusing that the nonplussed visitor should not have known, beforehand, that we had our luncheon an hour earlier on Saturday, it was still more irresistibly funny that my father himself (fully as she sympathised, from the bottom of her heart, with the rigid chauvinism which prompted him) should never have dreamed that the barbarian could fail to be aware of so simple a matter, and so had replied, with no further enlightenment of the other's surprise at seeing us already in the dining-room: "You see, it's Saturday."
Zeren, bisitari zurtu hark guk larunbatetan goizago bazkaltzen genuela ez jakitea libertigarria iruditu bazitzaion ere, askoz ere barregarriagoa begitandu baitzitzaion (chauvinismo estu harekin bihotzez bat egin arren) gure aitak, barbaro hura gure ohituraz ez-jakitun izan zitekeela aintzakotzat hartzeari muzin eginez, gu jangelan ikusterakoan hark azaldutako harridurari bestelako azalpenik gabe honela erantzun izana: "Aizu, gaur larunbata da!".