She was in her usual invincibly merry mood, and she had been talking to Mr Greenleaf all during lunch as if of course Dickie wasn't dead, and he mustn't, mustn't worry so much because it wasn't good for his digestion.
Bere ohizko aldarte alai, hautsiezinean zegoen, eta bazkari osoan Dickie dudarik gabe hilda ez balego bezala aritu zitzaion hitz egiten Mr Greenleafi, ez zuela kezkatu behar esanez, ez zuela horrenbeste kezkatu behar digestiorako ona ez zelako.