Don Simon would no doubt be able to enlighten me.
I found the place without difficulty.

There could be no mistaking it--a large house over against the eastern door of the church of San Ildefonso, built round a _patio_, or courtyard, after the fashion of Spanish and South American mansions.

Like the church, it seemed to have been much damaged by the earthquake; the outer walls were cracked, and the gateway was encumbered with fallen stones.
This surprised me less than may be supposed.

Creoles are not remarkable for energy, and it was quite possible that Senor Ulloa's fortunes might have suffered as severely from the war as his house had suffered from the earthquake.

But when I entered the _patio_ I was more than surprised.