The Frenchman was ready enough to talk, but, unfortunately, we were separated by different languages.

Thus the Englishman would not talk, the Frenchman could not, and the intelligent, loquacious American driver, who discourses on politics, religion, national institutions, and social gossip was unknown on that side of the Atlantic.

What the curious American traveler could find out himself from observation and pertinacious seeking he was welcome to, but the Briton would waste no breath to enlighten Yankees as to the points of interest or customs of his country.
Our party consisted of Miss Pugh, Abby Kimber, Mr.Stanton, and myself.
I had many amusing experiences in making my wants known when alone, having forgotten most of my French.

For instance, traveling night and day in the diligence to Paris, as the stops were short, one was sometimes in need of something to eat.

One night as my companions were all asleep, I went out to get a piece of cake or a cracker, or whatever of that sort I could obtain, but, owing to my clumsy use of the language, I was misunderstood.