The professor beckoned me to be quiet.
"Kaffar is at Torino, is he?" said the professor.
"That's it—yes."
"What is he doing?"
"Talkin' with a man who keeps an hotel."
"What does he say?"
"It's in a foreign language, and I can't tell."
"Can you repeat what he said?"
"It sounded like this—'Je restey ici pour kelka jour;' but I can't make out what it means."
The professor turned to me.