"Who is the creature," he cried, shouting with the full force of his lungs, "who is the creature who comes here to thrust his fatuous presence upon me?" Poor General Fontana shewed a pallid face, of complete discomfiture, and it was with the air of a man in his last agony that he stammered these inarticulate words:
-oihukatu zuen printzeak, biraoka, bularra betean-: Nor da nire aurrera ergelki datorren babalastoa? Fontana jeneral gaixoaren aurpegi zurbil eta zeharo desegina agertu, eta nekez ebakitako hitz hauek esan zituen, hilzorian dagoen gizonaren itxuran: