That evening I had translated an episode of Judith, and had just communicated my verses to the lady, who gave me all sorts of compliments, and leaning on my shoulder, was reading them a second time with me.
La postura, que quizá era algo abandonada, lo confieso, molestó al oficial; no dijo nada, pero cuando yo salí, salió detrás de mí y al alcanzarme dijo: «Señor abate, ¿os gustan los bastonazos?»