If he had expressed his thoughts he would have said, "Please don't make any more fuss about it;" but he found that Spanish courtesy required much more than this, so he answered: "Countess, the moment was equally fortunate to me, and I shall ever feel grateful that I have been permitted to be of service to so beautiful a lady." The countess smiled as Jack's words were translated.
"I did not know that you English were flatterers," she said.

"They told us that you were uncouth islanders, but I see that they have calumniated you." "I hope some day," Jack said, "that I shall be able to talk to you without the aid of an interpreter.

It is very difficult to speak when every word has to be translated." For a quarter of an hour the conversation was continued, the count and countess asking questions about England.

At the end of that time Jack thought he might venture to take his leave.

The count accompanied him to the door, and begged him to consider his house as his own, and then with many bows on each side Jack made his way into the street.
"Confound all this Spanish politeness!" he muttered to himself; "it's very grand and stately, I have no doubt, but it's a horrible nuisance; and as to talking through an interpreter, it's like repeating lessons, only worse.