That evening, there was much merrymaking at the dance, and a great
quantity of mezcal was drunk. "I miss Camilla," said Demetrio in a loud
voice. Everybody looked about for Camilla.
"She's sick, she's got a headache," said Agapita harshly, uneasy as she
caught sight of the malicious glances leveled at her.
When the dance was over, Demetrio, somewhat unsteady on his feet,
thanked all the kind neighbors who had welcomed them and promised that
when the revolution had triumphed he would remember them one and all,
because "hospital or jail is a true test of friendship."
"May God's hand lead you all," said an old woman.
"God bless you all and keep you well," others added.