" Come now, " said Villon—" about this ballade. How does it run so far" ? And beating time with his hand, he read it aloud to Tabary.

“来吧，” 维庸说——“关于这首民谣。它跑得这么远” ？ 他用手打拍子， 大声朗读给塔巴里听。

But Nick was better employed; he was quietly taking Villon's purse, as the poet sat, limp and trembling, on the stool where he had been making a ballade not three minutes before.

但是尼克的工作更好。他正静静地接过维庸的钱包，而这位诗人则坐在凳子上，全身发抖，四肢无力，三分钟前他还在这边创作一首叙事曲。

On the right, Villon and Guy Tabary were huddled together over a scrap of parchment; Villon making a ballade which he was to call the " Ballade of Roast Fish, " and Tabary spluttering admiration at his shoulder.

在右边，维庸和盖伊·塔巴里 (Guy Tabary) 挤在一张羊皮纸上；维庸 (Villon) 正在创作一首他称之为“烤鱼叙事曲”的叙事曲，塔巴里 (Tabary) 在他的肩膀上发出赞赏的声音。