And as he spoke, my uncle, half undressed, in rags, a perfect scarecrow, with his leathern belt around him, settling his spectacles upon his nose and looking learned and imposing, was himself again, the terrible German professor of mineralogy.
En parlant ainsi, mon oncle, demi-nu, sa bourse de cuir autour des reins et dressant ses lunettes sur son nez, redevint le terrible professeur de minéralogie.