“Yes.”
“A particularly favoured one?”
“Well—yes, I think so.”
“There was, in fact, at one time, some prospect of marriage between you?”
“We were certainly very fond of each other.”
“We will pass from that for the moment—nothing came of it then. You married Colonel Tretheroe. But, I may take it, you—you still retained some of the old feeling for Guy Markenmore.”
Mrs. Tretheroe hesitated. When she spoke again, her voice was lower in tone.
“I—I didn’t know of it until—until I met him again, the other night,” she said.
“But, you realized it then?”
“I suppose I did. I was very pleased to see him.”