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.
La passione di un ricco signore per una ballerina, il tradimento di questa, erano cose che dovevano succedere ogni giorno; ma vi era qualcosa di strano nella commozione che lo aveva vinto nel momento che disse di esser felice del ritorno alla vecchia villa.