I did not wait to hear the end of my father's story, for I had been with him myself after mass when we had passed M. Legrandin; instead, I went downstairs to the kitchen to ask for the bill of fare for our dinner, which was of fresh interest to me daily, like the news in a paper, and excited me as might the programme of a coming festivity.
Ni ez nintzen han gelditu aitaren kontakizuna entzuten, hain juxtu berarekin bainengoen mezaren ostean Legrandin jaunarekin topo egin genuenean, eta sukaldera jaitsi nintzen afaritarako menuaz galde egitera, itaunketa horrek egunkarietako eleberriek bezalatsu entretenitzen baininduen eta festa-egitarau batek bezainbat kitzikatzen.