We shall talk a little.

Father Pedro says you are getting on fluently with your translations.

That is excellent, my son, excellent." Clarence's face beamed with relief and pleasure.

His vague fears began to dissipate.
"And you translate even from dictation! Good! We have an hour to spare, and you shall give to me a specimen of your skill.

Eh?
Good! I will walk here and dictate to you in my poor English, and you shall sit there and render it to me in your good Spanish.