"Parbleu! Mr. Oliver," the ranchero replied, in the same language; "what harm is there in that?"
"Ah! There you are, my good friends," he said, with a pleasant smile, as he offered them his hand; "it is a joyous waking for me, since I find you at my side. Good day! Louise, my girl. Good day! Mother Thérèse; and good day to you, too, my old Loïck! You have cheerful faces, which it is a pleasure to look at!"
"How sorry I am that you woke up, Mr. Oliver," the charming Louise said.
"The more so, because you were doubtless fatigued," Loïck said.
"Stuff! I have forgotten it. You did not expect to find me here, eh?"
"Pardon me, Mr. Oliver," Thérèse replied; "López informed us of your arrival."
"That confounded López cannot hold his tongue," Oliver said, gaily; "he must always be chattering."
"You will breakfast with us, I hope?" the young woman asked.
"Is that a thing to ask, girl?" the vaquero said; "I should like to see Mr. Oliver decline, that is all."
"Come, rough one," Oliver said, laughingly; "do not growl. I will breakfast."