It was this simplicity which inspired Brendon with a pitying friendship; and Brendon had done much to save him from the harpies who preyed on this innocent. In several cases he had opened Train's eyes, at the cost of quarreling with those who lost by the opening. But George was well able to hold his own, and none could say that he benefited pecuniarily by the trust and confidence which Leonard reposed in him. To avert all suspicion of this sort he had refused to become Train's secretary and companion at an excellent salary. Brendon was poor and wanted that salary; but he valued his independence, and so preferred to fight for his own hand. However, he continued his services to Leonard as a kind of unofficial mentor. Now that Train came to think of it, Brendon was rather a mysterious person. He lived by writing articles for the papers, and was always well dressed. His rooms were in Kensington, and he seemed to know many people whom he did not cultivate. Train would have given his ears to enter the houses at which Brendon was a welcome guest. But for the most part George preferred to live alone with his pipe and his books. He was writing a novel, and hoped to make a successful career as a literary man. But as he was barely thirty years of age, and had been settled only five years in London, his scheme of life was rather in embryo. He appeared to have some secret trouble, but what it was Train never knew, as Brendon was a particularly reticent man. Why he should propose to be frank on this especial night Leonard could not understand. After supper he put the question to him. "Well," said Brendon, without moving or taking his eyes from the fire, "it's this way, Train. I know you are a kind-hearted man, and although you talk very freely about your own affairs, yet I know you can keep the secret of a friend." "You can depend upon that, George. Anything you tell me will never be repeated." Brendon nodded his thanks. "Also," he continued, "I wish you to lend me three hundred pounds." "A thousand if you will." "Three hundred will be sufficient. I'll repay you when I come into my property." Train opened his eyes. "Are you coming into money?" he asked. "That I can't say. It all depends! Do you know why I suggested this house to you, Leonard?" he asked suddenly. "To help me in my literary work." "That was one reason certainly, but I had another and more selfish one, connected--" George sat up to finish the sentence--"connected with Mrs. Jersey," he said quietly. This remark was so unexpected that Leonard did not know what to say for the moment. "I thought you did not know her," he gasped out. "Nor do I." "Does she know you?" "Not as George Brendon, or as I am now." "What do you mean?" Train was more puzzled than ever. "It's a long story. I don't know that I can tell you the whole." Train looked annoyed. "Trust me----"