He had listened with manifest attention, his lips twitching now and then as if suppressing a smile.

Servadac turned to him, and asked whether he was still disposed to put out to sea and make for Algiers.
The Jew gave a broad grin, which, however, he was careful to conceal from the Spaniards.

"Your Excellency jests," he said in French; and turning to Count Timascheff, he added in Russian: "The governor has made up a wonderful tale." The count turned his back in disgust, while the Jew sidled up to little Nina and muttered in Italian.

"A lot of lies, pretty one; a lot of lies!" "Confound the knave!" exclaimed Ben Zoof; "he gabbles every tongue under the sun!" "Yes," said Servadac; "but whether he speaks French, Russian, Spanish, German, or Italian, he is neither more nor less than a Jew.".