Abbe Balthazar was both priest and king, and, as I afterward came to know, there was every reason why he should be.
He kept a large establishment, for the country, and lived in considerable state.

On entering his house, which was surrounded by a veranda and embowered in trees, the abbe, asked if I would like a bath, and on my answering in the affirmative ordered one of the servants, all of whom spoke Spanish, to take me to the bath-room and find me a suit of clothes.
The bath made me feel like another man, and the fresh garments effected as great a change in my personal appearance.

There was not much difficulty about the fit.

A cotton undershirt, a blue jacket with silver buttons, a red sash, white breeches, loose at the knee, and a pair of sandals, and I was fully attired.

Stockings I had to dispense with.