"Yes," the general continued, partaking her gaiety; "but," he added, becoming serious again, "I think we are too forgetful of our liberators."
"They are gone," Doña Luz replied.
"Gone?" the general said, with great surprise.
"Full an hour ago."
"How do you know that, my child?"
"Very simply, uncle, they bade me adieu before they left us."
"That is not right," the general murmured in a tone of vexation; "a service is as binding upon those who bestow it as upon those who receive it; they should not have left us thus without bidding me farewell, without telling us whether we should ever see them again, and leaving us even unacquainted with their names."
"I know them."
"You know them, my daughter?" the general said, with astonishment.
"Yes, uncle; before they went, they told me."