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CHAPTER XXIII THE HOUSE OF VALLOIS
 Before I could pluck up my spirits to ask Father Rocus the thousand and one questions about my lady which for months I had been to have answered, the Governor-General rose from the table with an that surprised us. Though by now somewhat informed as to the Spanish-Mexican custom of the , we had supposed that at a formal dinner, served in the usual mode, there would be some lingering over the wine.  
We had sat scarcely an hour, all told. Yet His Excellency led us into the sala, and awaited our adieus with a manner which, though , did not encourage extended farewells. As his bearing toward myself was markedly less gracious than toward Pike and Malgares, I for one was not so ill-pleased as I might have been over this hurried leave-taking.
 
In the outer Malgares for the second time excused himself to off to his señora, while we returned afoot across the with the ubiquitous Walker. Upon reaching his quarters, the latter invited us to recline on the which had been provided for us by old Cæsar. He himself preferred one of the long net hammocks such as are used among the Spaniards of the tropical coast lands. We chatted a few minutes over our cigarros, and then Walker dropped asleep.
 
Pike at once informed me that Salcedo had taken possession of all the papers in his little trunk other than the letters from Mrs. Pike. These last, prompted by the same which had induced Allencaster to restore me my treasures, the Governor-General had permitted my friend to pocket without examination, upon the statement that they were from a lady. But that all the really valuable papers, such as our charts, observations, and journals, would be retained the now had little doubt.
 
"However," he concluded, "worse come to worse, we have your copy of the courses and distances, covering everything except that side excursion to the Platte and down the Upper Arkansas."
 
"And there is your keen eye and memory," I added. "We have already seen enough of New Spain for the information to more than the loss of the papers—if they really are lost. Had we headed straight for the Red from the Rio del Norte, we should have saved the papers, but should have gone home as ignorant of New Spain as we came."
 
"And you without seeing your señorita!"
 
"Ah, that!" I murmured. "It may be I shall pay dearly for the venture. You saw how Salcedo his manner toward me. But it is worth the risk. I could not have done otherwise!"
 
"I believe you, John. I myself caught a glimpse of your lady. I no longer wonder! But if Salcedo really is ill-disposed toward you, the sooner you get in touch with the señorita and her people the better. It may be they have influence."
 
"I shall make every effort to do so before the day is over," I said. "The difficulty is this Walker."
 
"He is an informer," said Pike. "Of that I have no doubts. I propose to give him enough and to spare of material for his tale-bearing."
 
"Good!" I cried. "A bold front is the best. Salcedo is bound to release you; while as for myself, if they garrotte me, they shall not have the satisfaction of saying that I cringed. No! we will tell this informer what we think of matters Spanish."
 
Before Pike could reply, we were startled by a sudden out-clanging of bells in the towers of the Parroquia. Walker started up and stared at us. Pike yawned, stretched, and remarked to me, in a casual tone: "You're right. This government is one fit only for masters and slaves."
 
"You mean, a master and slaves," I returned.
 
"No—one master here and one in Old Spain."
 
"Why not put it, a master there and an overseer here? The comparison is in point between this arrangement and that of one of our Virginia or Carolina plantation-owners who lives in town and leaves his estate under the care of an overseer. You could hardly call the overseer a master."
 
"The difference is that he drives people of a race born for slavery, while here—"
 
"Here," broke in Walker, his face quivering—"here some who were not born to slavery fall into it unawares!"
 
"What!" I said. "Do you, who voluntarily joined the of New Spain, complain of the Government to which you owe allegiance?"
 
"Voluntarily?—No, gentlemen. New Orleans is not Chihuahua, nor was it so even under Spanish rule. I did not realize what I was venturing when I entered this service. I have attempted to withdraw, but they refuse to accept my resignation."
 
"Ah, well," said Pike, "since it seems we are to be your guests, lieutenant, I am pleased that you understand and share our opinion of this despotic Government. Discontent is a hopeful sign when tyranny is . Only let a few of the bolder spirits among you pluck up courage to seek open for your wrongs, and Mexico will soon fling off the of Spain, as our glorious States broke their to Britain."
 
I saw our host's eyes begin to widen. To keep the ball rolling, I chimed in along the same line. Walker did not again speak, but sat staring in open at our audacity,—of course with both ears wide. Having started off at such a pace, we were almost out of material when Cæsar thrust in his woolly head and announced Señor Vallois. Walker called out a floridly invitation for the visitor to enter.
 
Don Pedro came in, every inch the gentleman and grand haciendado. As he straightened from his bows to our host, I had time only to observe that since our parting his face had lost several shades of tan and gained many deep lines of anxiety. A moment later he gripped my hand and shook it with cordial . But at the end, instead of releasing his clasp, he slipped his left arm around my waist and pressed himself to me until our cheeks touched. It was the first time I had either seen or experienced this curious custom of the country, and it so surprised me that I stood unbending to his embrace.
 
"How is this, Don Juan?" he demanded. "Are your friends so soon forgot?"
 
"No, no, Don Pedro! It is only that I did not look for so warm a greeting from you. You must be aware that I am here under a cloud."
 
"The more reason for your friends to support you!" he protested with generous .
 
"Señor, I should have known that so noble a gentleman as yourself could have done none else!"
 
We bowed together, and I then introduced him to Pike, adding for Walker's benefit that the don was an acquaintance I had met in Washington. So far we had held to the French. Now the don delighted Pike by addressing him in English: "Sir, I am more than pleased to meet you. I have heard of your extraordinary trip to the headwaters of the Mississippi."
 
"You are kind, sir. But it was nothing worth mentioning. The soldiers of the Republic are accustomed to doing their duty."
 
"But this present expedition!" added the don. "I understand that you crossed the Sangre de Cristo in February."
 
"It was cross over—or perish."
 
"Madre de Dios! That is the point. It seems that you and Don Juan did cross over when most men would have perished. Do you then that my wife is desirous of meeting two such heroes?" He turned to Walker with a bow. "With your kind permission, Lieutenant Walker, I will borrow your guests for the evening."
 
"Ah—yes—indeed—" hesitated Walker.
 
"My sincerest regrets, sir," broke in Pike. "You will pardon my declining the kind invitation. This long ride from Santa Fe and the heat have me more than I realized."
 
"Santisima Virgen!" exclaimed Don Pedro, unfeignedly disappointed. "Yet as you need rest, I must console myself with the hope that you will honor us with your presence in the near future. As to this evening, however, I must urge Don Juan to accompany me."
 
"By all means!" I .
 
This, as was plainly evident from his manner, put Walker into a . To have ordered me to remain would have exposed the hand of the Governor-General. Yet how could he watch both Pike and myself if we separated? It was an impossibility. He hesitated for a long moment, and then bowed to Don Pedro: "With your kind permission, señor, I will pay respects to Señora Vallois. Lieutenant Don Montgomery should be allowed to in quiet."
 
"Your pleasure is mine, señor," replied Don Pedro, with a note in his politeness that told me he was not altogether pleased at Walker's self-invitation.
 
It occurred to me that the Governor-General might have as much or more reason to spy upon him as upon myself. If the don was in the thick of a revolutionary , as might well be, he was vastly more dangerous to the Government than myself. The thought filled me with sudden for the safety of my lady's . But on the heels of this fright came the that, after all, Walker's interest might well be accounted for by the presence of a certain señorita in the home of Don Pedro. We had taken for granted that he was an informer. Yet his present course was quite as reasonably explained by his desire to see Señorita Vallois.
 
Leaving Pike to his own devices, we left the house and walked around the edge of the plaza. This brought us past a number of the city's largest merchandise establishments, to which groups of reboza-veiled señoras and señoritas were beginning to saunter for the evening's shopping. Now and again a bright, coquettish eye peeped out at us from among the folds of a close- headwrap. But I was not curious to look twice at any of these over-rotund brunettes. To me there was only one lady in all the world, and now I was going to see her, to hear her voice, after almost a year of separation.
 
A few minutes, which to my seemed hours, brought us to the door of Don Pedro. I should say, to the wicket in the great iron gate of the archway. At sight of us the porter within sprang to free the bolt. But before we could enter there sounded a of in the nearest side street, and Malgares came into view. Don Pedro paused for him to ride up, and a moment later they were exchanging that curious of handshake and cheek-to-cheek embrace. Malgares then explained that his wife was at the house of Don Pedro, and that he had just secured relief from his duties to follow her.
 
As we entered, a ran forward to take charge of Malgares's horse, while the don conducted us up the stairway in the nearest corner of his beautiful garden-court. A short turn along the gallery brought us to the entrance of a large sala. By now I was so up that I found it necessary to pause beside the open to my composure, the result of which was that all the others passed in before me.
 
I followed close behind Walker. The first glance showed me that my lady was not in the room. Malgares, who had entered with Don Pedro, stood before his wife and Señora Vallois, clasping the hand of the latter. The ladies, I observed, wore the full petticoats and short jackets of their countrywomen, though their costumes were of the richest and most elegant materials. As I stood gazing at them, I was astonished to see Malgares and the rotund lady exchange that same odd embrace of greeting with which our host had favored myself and Don Faciendo.
 
Knowing the of the Spaniards, I looked for Don Pedro to strike the audacious soldier, and Doña Dolores to burst into angry tears. Instead, they stood by, beaming at the affectionate pair with utmost complacency. Malgares turned to his smiling wife, and Señora Vallois gave Walker her hand to salute. When he also stepped aside, Don Pedro introduced me, first to his señora, and then to Doña Dolores Malgares. Each permitted me to salute her hand.
 
Straightening from my second bow, I was overjoyed to see Alisanda crossing the room toward us. But Malgares was before me. He met her with a bow. They grasped hands in that cordial manner, exchanged a few words of greeting, and—embraced!
 
This was too much! It might be the custom of the country—doubtless it was the custom of the country—But for my lady to welcome another man than myself, not of her family, was more than I could endure. I stepped forward, frowning. Alisanda slipped from Malgares's embrace and came to meet me, her lips parting in a smile.
 
"Hola, amigo!" she murmured. "It is to meet a friend after so many months!"
 
"It is heaven!" I , attempting to read her eyes.
 
But she her long . I clasped her little hand and to kiss it. Again I was . She drew the hand back. But her firm clasp did not relax. In the excess of my emotion, I did not realize her purpose until she had drawn me close, and her left arm began to encircle me. Then the truth flashed upon me. She had welcomed Malgares according to the custom of the country that I too might enjoy that most of greetings! The discovery was too much for my to withstand. Swept away by my love and , I caught the dear girl to me and kissed her fairly upon her sweet lips.
 
I heard a sharp from Don Pedro, and Alisanda thrust herself free from me, her pale cheeks suddenly gone as as her lips. Her dark eyes flashed at me a glance of scorn and anger which sobered me on the instant. I half turned to the others, who were all alike staring at me in angry amazement.
 
"Señora Vallois!" I exclaimed, "can you not pardon this blunder—my deplorable ignorance of your customs? This is my first experience with your gracious salute of friends. The offence was absolutely unintentional. Believe me, my and respect for Señorita Vallois is such that nothing could cause me greater grief than the consciousness I had offended her."
 
"Do not apologize further, Señor Robinson," replied the señora, melting more at my tone and look of concern than at the words. "Your explanation is quite sufficient. I am certain my niece will pardon you the error."
 
"If only she may!" I cried, turning to Alisanda. "Señorita, will you not forgive me? Do not hold it against me that in attempting to conform to your
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