Oh! what a dinner that was, and how genuinely delighted they all were to see me--not excepting Mama Elisa and Teresita, both of whom insisted upon seeing me when they learned that I was in the house.  Of course I had to relate to them in detail everything that had happened to me, from the moment when I went forth to reconnoitre on the memorable day of the attack on Bella Vista by the blacks, and many and loud were the ejaculations of amazement as I reached the most telling points of my story.  It appeared that they had waited anxiously for my return, and had only finally given up hope at nightfall, by which time they had arrived at the conclusion that the blacks had got me and carried me away into the mountains to torture me to death.  They told me that they had mourned for me as for a brother, and their delight at finding I still lived convinced me of the truth of the assertion.  Later I learned that the Mendouca family were still enjoying Don Luis' hospitality, pending the rebuilding of Montpelier.