As he had said, there was probably nothing at all extraordinary in the substance of the narrative itself: a wealthy Englishman's passion for a French dancer, and her treachery to him, were every-day matters enough, no doubt, in society; but there was something decidedly strange in the paroxysm of emotion which had suddenly seized him when he was in the act of expressing the present contentment of his mood, and his newly revived pleasure in the old hall and its environs.
Como él dijera, nada había de extraordinario en tal historia: los amores de un inglés con una bailarina francesa y la traición de ella eran cosa muy corriente. Pero había algo extraño en la emoción que él experimentara cuando se refirió al viejo palacio.