Smith was quickly arrayed in a flannel dressing gown. A table was laid and moved over to his chair. Savory meats, vegetables, and fruits were ready. Wine was uncorked and placed at the hungry man's hand. The major-domo gave some further orders to the peons, and then spoke to the traveler who understood Spanish. That worthy's eyes twinkled. "I'm invited to supper with the family, or the part of it in the house. I hope you'll enjoy your meal, and have a good rest to-night. The Indian surgeon says if necessary he'll use still hotter and stronger applications to-morrow." Smith was comforting himself with the warm meal. His fellow traveler followed the major-domo along a corridor, down a short flight of stairs, to a door which a peon within opened at their approach. The major-domo bowed low, and left the man standing at the door. "In my son's absence I welcome you," said a very kindly voice. "I am Señor Miramonte's mother." "I am delighted to greet you, señora." "I regret your companion is injured and unable to dine with us." "I trust he'll be well to-morrow." "Señor--I do not know your name?" "Er-r-Jones." His face flushed a little. "Señor Jones, I wish to introduce you to my friend, Señora Valentino, who is also our guest to-night. Senora Valentino, our esteemed visitor, the Señor Jones." Señora Valentino extended her hand to Jones. "Señor Jones, I am pleased to see you." A slow, deliberate smile lit up her features. "Am glad to meet you--here." Her low bow did not wholly cover the quizzical look which darted from her eyes. They were ushered into a dining room where a table generously laid was before them. "Señora Valentino," asked the hostess, "will you not take the head of the table?" The señora complied. "I am not very strong these days," the elderly lady explained, "and I am happy that so fair and clever a hand as Señora Valentino's is here to manage in serving the dinner." Señora Valentino presided gracefully. "Señor Jones," she said, with just a hint of emphasis on 'Jones,' "may I ask if you have been long in Alta California?" "Well, no. In fact, only a few days or so." The hour of dinner passed pleasantly. Places of interest were spoken of; men and events discussed. Spain, France, England, were passed in review. Señora Miramontes was European born. Her husband had been Spanish ambassador at the great capitals; and the splendid Miramonte grant in West Santa Clara Valley was his reward for able service.