"Thank you," replied Brendon, who thought she might thaw still more under the influence of the tea-urn. "I suppose you wonder why I have come again so soon?"
Miss Bull smiled in her calm way. "You have come to make further inquiries likely to forward your fight for your birthright?"
George laughed. "There's no need for that, thank God," said he; "my grandfather has agreed to acknowledge me."
"Then there was a marriage?"
"I cannot be certain of that yet. How do you know about that?"
Miss Bull answered quietly: "You told me last time you were here that you were Lord Derrington's grandson, and I heard that there was some doubt about the legitimacy."
"I know it was common talk at one time," replied Brendon, satisfied with this explanation. "Did Mrs. Jersey ever speak about it?"
"No. She never did. What did she know about it?"
"I think you can best answer that question, Miss Bull."
George looked hard at her, and a faint tinge of color crept into her face. Before she could reply with a counter-question the servant brought in the tea. Miss Bull waited to supply George with a cup before she spoke. By that time the servant had left the room, and the door, as Miss Bull assured herself, was closed.