The company, surprised at the sound of her voice, turned questioningly.
"I think Carillo, likewise the brothers Pico, can be relied on to espouse your wish to transfer allegiance to England."
Mendoza spoke: "Respected lady, these absent gentlemen must be given a chance to speak for themselves. Giving away provinces is more than child's play. We cannot hazard guesses."
"My ever-wise Administrator, you are right. It occurs to me that these same brothers Pico and Señor Carillo have in some slight manner expressed themselves as favorable to this English protectorate which we all are so anxious to bring about."
"But, good señora, mere hearsay must not be accepted."
"Again, right as ever, most worthy Administrator. But, to recollect further—I believe I have in my possession a letter from these señors—possibly, two or three letters—as I recall the matter more closely. These same letters, if I mistake not, declare quite plainly as to the sentiments of the writers."
"But, Señora Valentino, there must be no possibility of mistake in such an issue as this."
With childlike simplicity she looked into the face of Mendoza.
"I remember fully now. These Southerners express unequivocally their desire to make California a British province. They assure us they will spare no pains to bring about this consummation."
"But, señora, pardon: would I presume should I ask further enlightenment?"