It happened that the gaoler, whose name was one Blandones de San Pablo, and his wife's Donna Anna Moraez, came home to dinner one day, when I was there, in a great rage, fuming, and would not eat. His wife dreading some mighty thing had happened, drew near, and tormented him so long with the usual importunities, that at last he said, "What the devil d'ye think ails me? That scoundrel dog of Almendros, the lodging-house keeper, having some words with me about farming the gaol, told me you are not spotless." "Has the villain ever scoured me?" cried she. "By my grandame's soul, you don't deserve to be called man since you did not tear his beard for him. Did I ever employ his servants to clean me?" Then turning to me, she went on, "By the Lord, he cannot call me Jew, like himself, for of the four parts he has, two are villain and two are Jew. By my troth, Don Pablo, had I heard him, I would have put him in mind that the Inquisition had laid the St. Andrew's cross upon his back." The gaoler in very doleful manner replied, "Alas, wife! I held my peace because he told me you were doubly and trebly allied to that race; for he did not talk of your not being spotless on account of swine, but for not eating their flesh." "Then he called me Jew," quoth she, "and you could take it so calmly. Brave times! is that the regard you have for the honour of Donna Anna Moraez, the daughter of Estefania Rubio and Juan de Madrid, both of them well known to God and all the world." "Daughter to Juan de Madrid?" said I. "To Juan de Madrid of Auñon," cried she. "By the Lord," quoth I, "the rogue that spoke so is a whoreson Jew and a cuckold." Then turning to them, I went on: "The honoured Juan de Madrid, whose soul rest in peace, was my father's own cousin-german, and I will make it appear what he was, and whence he came, for it concerns me; and if once I get out of prison, I'll make the dog eat his words. I have my pedigree here in town in gold letters, which makes out both families." They were all overjoyed with their new relation, and much encouraged to hear of the pedigree; and at the same time I had no such thing, nor did I know who they were. The husband began to sift out the point of kindred, coming to particulars, but I to prevent being caught in a lie, made as if I was going out in a passion, swearing and cursing. They all held me, desiring no more might be said of the matter. Every now and then I would let fly, "Juan de Madrid! what a pedigree I have of his!" Another time, as if I were musing, I dropt, "Juan de Madrid the elder, father to Juan de Madrid, was married to Anna de Azevedo the stout," and then I was quieted a little. In short I managed this tack so well, that the gaoler kept me at bed and board in his house; and then the honest clerk, at his request, and for the bribe I gave him, ordered the business so well, that the old woman was taken out before them all upon a dapple grey ass, with a crier before her,