"Humph! enough work here for the rest of the day," said he on glancing through them.--"Garcia," turning to one of the officers, "countermand the reception; I shall be too busy.--Ah, here is a letter from Miller! I see he commends you very highly, young man, and desires to bring you to my notice. There is nothing I like so much as rewarding true merit.--Garcia, make out Lieutenant Crawford's commission as captain in the Hussars of Junin, for bravery on the field.--I congratulate you, captain. I see by your face you are anxious to go." After thanking him for my promotion, I said, "Yes, general; I have not seen my father and mother for a very long time." "Your father--ah, now I remember. He is no friend to me--would be glad to see me out of Peru, in fact, eh? Well, I shall go some day. But he is a true man for all that, and an Englishman. I love the English. Perhaps it is as well for your father that I do. Tell him, Captain Crawford, that Bolivar has some good points." "He has already recognized them, general," I answered. "He conceals his discovery well, then. But I will not keep you longer. Present yourself at my levee in the morning, and don't forget to wear that extra band of lace." "There is no fear of that, general," said I, with a smile; "I am too proud of the honour." Apparently the remark pleased him, as he was very gracious when I took my leave, though the officers-in-waiting looked at me as if I had been overbold. Out again into the street. The crowd had dispersed, and only a few people were about as I once more mounted my jaded animal. Now for home! Forward, good horse! My spirits rose with every step; the tired feeling left me; I could have sung aloud for very joy. The sight of the Montilla hacienda sobered my happiness somewhat. The grounds were trim and well-kept, but the dwelling looked untenanted. What had become of Rosa? Perhaps--yes, that must be it--she was staying with my mother. I urged my horse into a spasmodic gallop, but the poor beast soon resumed his old pace. There was a horse behind me, though, that could gallop. I turned quickly to see who the rider was, and laughed gaily. "Why, Jack!" cried the faithful Jose, his eyes brimful of pleasure. "Captain Crawford, if you please!" I interrupted with assumed dignity. "Captain or general, it's all the same to me, as long as you're home again, Jack, with no scratch on you! Hurrah! won't there be a fuss in the house to-night!" and away he went at breakneck speed toward the gate. "Better so," said I, jogging along. "He'll be able to prepare them a little.--Come, old boy," to my horse, "can't you manage even a trot? Well, never mind; we're nearly there." The gate of the park was wide open, and inside stood more than half of my father's servants. They could not wait for me to reach the courtyard. How they cheered, to be sure! It was a pleasant foretaste of the welcome that awaited me.