“They came first—in those days—certainly,” she admitted.
“So much so, that it was commonly said, hereabouts, that you couldn’t make up your mind between them?”
“I daresay that was said.”
“Now, how was it that, in the end, you didn’t marry either, but did marry somebody else.”
“There were reasons.”
“What reasons? All this is important to the issue before the jury. What were the reasons.”
“Well—they became terribly jealous of each other. From being great friends they became bitter enemies. Or, rather, Harborough conceived a terrible, wicked enmity towards Guy. Harborough got an idea that Guy had poisoned my mind against him.”
“Had Guy Markenmore poisoned your mind?”
“No, he had not! But Harborough was always jealous and suspicious, and he became so—so violent about things that—well, I dismissed him.”
“And—what then as regards his rival?”