will wait on you at table." "God forbid," answered Don Diego; "pray, gentlemen, sit down if you please." The bullies, though he did not speak to them, readily answered, "Presently, good Sir; all is not ready yet." When I saw some invited and the others invite themselves, my heart was in my mouth, and I dreaded what came to pass; for the scholars laying hold of the salad, which was a good dishful, and looking upon my master, said, "It would be unreasonable that these ladies should be left supperless, where a gentleman of such quality is; pray, Sir, give them leave to take a bit." My master, like a true cully, invited them to partake. They sat down, and between the scholars and them, in a trice, there was but one single lettuce of all the salad left, which last bit Don Diego had; and as the accursed students gave it him, he said, "Sir, you had a grandfather, who was my father's uncle, that swooned at the sight of a lettuce; he was a man of such an odd disposition." This said, he fetched himself down a brick of bread, and his companion did the like. The damsels had made a great hole in a good loaf; but yet the poor curate ate more than all of them with his eyes and wishes. The bullies bringing in a whole side of kid roasted, and a dish of pigeons and bacon boiled, took their places at the table, saying to the priest, "Why, father, what makes you stand there? Draw near and reach a bit, for Don Diego treats us all." No sooner were the words spoken but he sat down. When my master perceived that they had all intruded upon him he began to be much concerned. They divided the spoil, giving Don Diego some few bones to pick; the rest the curate and the others devoured. The bullies said, "Pray, Sir, do not eat too much supper, lest it does you harm"; and the devil of a scholar answered, "Besides, Sir, you must begin to practice to be abstemious considering the life you are to lead at Alcalá." I and the other servant prayed heartily that God would put it into their hearts to leave something; and when they had devoured every bit, and the curate was picking the bones over again, one of the bullies turned about, and said, "God bless us, we have left nothing for the servants; come hither, gentlemen. Here, landlord, give them all the house affords; take this pistole to pay for it." Up started immediately my master's confounded imaginary kinsman, I mean the scholar, saying, "With your leave, good Sir, I must tell you, I fear your breeding is not much; it is a sign you are not acquainted with my cousin; he will provide for his own servants and for ours too, if we had any, as he has done for us." "Be not in a passion, Sir," replied the other, "we did not know so much before." When I saw all this sly dissimulation, I began to curse them and thought I should never have done. The cloth was taken away, and they all desired Don Diego to go to bed. He would have paid for the supper, but they answered that in the morning would be time enough.