He awoke at last, drowsy and lazy, and casting his eyes about in every direction, observed, "There comes, if I don't mistake, from the quarter of that arcade a steam and a smell a great deal more like fried rashers than galingale or thyme; a wedding that begins with smells like that, by my faith, ought to be plentiful and unstinting."
Despertó, en fin, soñoliento y perezoso, y, volviendo el rostro a todas partes, dijo: -De la parte desta enramada, si no me engaño, sale un tufo y olor harto más de torreznos asados que de juncos y tomillos: bodas que por tales olores comienzan, para mi santiguada que deben de ser abundantes y generosas.