"And that's the day that comes between
The Saturday and Monday"....
in France.
I had just finished translating my twenty lines of Virgil—
"Infandum, regina, jubes renovare," etc.
"Infandum, regina, jubes renovare," etc.
Oh, crimini, but it was hot! and how I disliked the pious Æneas! I couldn't have hated him worse if I'd been poor Dido's favorite younger brother (not mentioned by Publius Vergilius Maro, if I remember).
Palaiseau, who sat next to me, had a cold in his head, and kept sniffing in a manner that got on my nerves.
"Mouche‑toi donc, animal!" I whispered; "tu me dégoûtes, à la fin!"
Palaiseau always sniffed, whether he had a cold or not.
"Taisez‑vous, Maurice—ou je vous donne cent vers à copier!" said M. Bonzig, and his eyes quiveringly glittered through his glasses as he fixed me.