He conducted Morando to a large room opening directly on the courtyard. Wide doors lying ajar invited the refreshing air to enter, as well the morning sun.
"The Captain Morando," the porter announced.
"You are taking the sun, I see, señora."
"At my lazy ease, Captain. Please be seated."
They chatted for a little on different topics, till she said:
"Captain Morando, I spoke to you, the morning after Mendoza's baile, of the combined civil and military governorship of California when England comes. I sent for you to-day that I might talk this matter over further with you."
"I am highly flattered to call on Señora Valentino. A delightful woodland ride is followed by this more than delightful meeting." The young man placed his hand on his breast and inclined gracefully to the lady. She acknowledged the compliment by a single movement of the head.
"You do not forget that you have come this morning along El Camino Real—the King's Highway?"
"It is fit, truly, to be the highway of a king."
"Our Captain is appreciative. No?"