"It is spoiled." "And little loss either; to tell you the truth, Dirk, I never saw a coat worse cut.

You young men should learn in the matter of clothes from the Spanish gentlemen.

Look at his Excellency, the Count Montalvo, for instance----" "See here, aunt," broke in Dirk with suppressed fury, "I think I have heard enough about Spaniards and the Captain Montalvo for one night.
First of all he spirits off Lysbeth and is absent with her for four hours; then he invites himself to supper and places himself at the head of the table with her, setting me down to the dullest meal I ever ate at the other end----" "Cousin Dirk," said Aunt Clara with dignity, "your temper has got the better of your manners.

Certainly you might learn courtesy as well as dress, even from so humble a person as a Spanish hidalgo and commander." Then she rose from the table, adding--"Come, Lysbeth, if you are ready, let us leave these gentlemen to their wine." After the ladies had gone the supper went on merrily.

In those days, nearly everybody drank too much liquor, at any rate at feasts, and this company was no exception.