My father would shrug his shoulders and study the barometer, for he took an interest in meteorology, while my mother, keeping very quiet so as not to disturb him, looked at him with tender respect, but not too hard, not wishing to penetrate the mysteries of his superior mind.
Aitak sorbaldak goititu eta barometroari erreparatzen zion, meteorologia zalea baitzen, eta amak, berriz, hari trabarik ez eragitearren zarata oro ekidinez, begirune samur batez begiratzen zion aitari, ez zuzenegi halere, haren gorentasunaren misterioa ikertzen saiatzea saihestuz edo.