“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 [pg 126] 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.