"'And likewise of that still more troublesome burden, which is called life, then Don Henry's victorious magnanimity had to deal with his brother's children.
"'He has adopted them, as an uncle should; and he has given them free quarters in his own castle.
"'The room which he has assigned to them is certainly rather small, but then it is cool in summer, and not intolerably cold in winter.
"'Their fare is rye-bread, which tastes as sweet as if the goddess Ceres had baked it express for her beloved Proserpine.
"'Not unfrequently, too, he sends a scullion to them with garbanzos,[173]and then the young gentlemen know that it is Sunday in Spain.
"'But it is not Sunday every day, and garbanzos do not come every day; and the master of the hounds gives them the treat of his whip.
"'For the master of the hounds, who has under his superintendence the kennels and the pack, and the nephews' cage also,
"'Is the unfortunate husband of that lemon-faced woman with the white ruff, whom we remarked to-day at dinner.
"'And she scolds so sharp, that often her husband snatches his whip, and rushes down here, and gives it to the dogs and to the poor little boys.
"'But his majesty has expressed his disapproval of such proceedings, and has given orders that for the future his nephews are to be treated differently from the dogs.