“You knew him well, one may say?”
“Yes—very well—once!”
“How long had you known him?”
“I knew him from the time my father came to Markenmore, as vicar of this parish, when I was a girl of seventeen or eighteen, until Guy left this house, about seven years ago.”
“How old were you then, Mrs. Tretheroe?”
“Twenty-two.”
“Then your acquaintanceship with him at that period lasted about four or five years?”
“About that.”
“You were then Miss Veronica Leighton?”
“Yes.”