"I don't know to what you allude, Mr. Brendon."
"Perhaps if I allude to your life in San Remo you----"
Miss Bull started to her feet and the cup she held fell on the carpet. "San Remo," she muttered.
"Yes, Miss Howard," said Brendon, using her real name purposely.
The little old maid put one thin hand to her head. "Miss Howard!"
"The daughter of the late General Howard!" said George.
"My father was a general."
"He was. General Howard. You are Miss Jenny Howard."
Miss Bull started and then sat down. Her face expressed pain. "He used to call me Jenny. Jenny Howard. Yes, there was a happy girl of that name, but she--she died."
"Not at all," said Brendon, briskly, to arouse her from this dreamy state. "She lived and changed her name to Bull."