“Well, turn into the dining‐room till they give you a snack of something; and, instead of returning to the white house, go to the Azure Palace, where you will find your wife installed with the attendance befitting those who live in a palace.” Juan returned the emperor thanks for his great goodness, and, after stuffing himself till he looked like a ball in the dining‐room, off he set, as happy as could be, to the Azure Palace, which was one of those that the emperor had in that district. The Azure Palace was neither very large nor furnished with great wealth; but it was very beautiful and adorned with becoming elegance. A servant in livery received Juan at the door and conducted him to the apartment of the lady. The lady was Ramona, whom her maid had just finished dressing in one of the beautiful robes which she found in her new dwelling. Juan could do nothing but open his mouth and stare in amazement at seeing his wife in such majestic attire. Juan and Ramona feared they would go mad when they found themselves lords of a palace, well fitted, elegant, and waited on by four servants: namely, a coachman, a footman, a maid, and a cook. “Take off that clown’s dress,” said Ramona to Juan. “Aren’t you ashamed to show yourself in such a trim before our own servants?” “This is a new start,” said Juan, astonished at the sally of his wife. “So I, who, under present circumstances, have passed all my life in digging the earth, and things even worse than that, must feel ashamed of the clothes I have worn all my life long!” “But, you stupid head,” replied Ramona, “if you have costume corresponding to your rank, why didn’t you put it on?” “My rank!... Come, this woman’s head is turned.” “Juan, go to your apartment and change your things, and don’t try my patience so much, for you know already that my temper will not stand too great a trial.” “Well, there’s no need to put yourself out, woman. Here I’m going now,” said Juan, turning to the room from which he saw Ramona come out. “Blockhead!” said she, catching hold of him and showing him another room, “this apartment is mine, and that is yours.” “Hallo! this is another surprise. So my wife’s room is not mine also?” “No; that is only among common folk; but in people of our rank no.” Juan gave up the dispute, and, entering the room which she had pointed out as his, found therein a wardrobe with a quantity of fine changes befitting a gentleman, and came out again transformed into a milord. There passed fifteen days since Juan and Ramona came to live in the Azure Palace, and Ramona grew day by day more captious, and slept less and less every night. “What the deuce ails you? One would think the ants were at you,” said Juan to her, one morning. “What ails me is that I have the biggest fool for a husband that ever ate bread.” “Hey for the sweet tempers! So you are not yet content with the sweet little fig that your husband gathered for you?”