“Oh, yes. They were always teasing me—both of them.”
“And in the end Harborough got the idea that his rival was undermining him?”
“Yes—he certainly did. He said so.”
“And later—you—shall we say, dismissed both, and accepted Colonel Tretheroe?”
“Yes.”
“Did you ever see either of them again after becoming engaged to Colonel Tretheroe?”
“I never saw Guy Markenmore. I saw Harborough once. I met him one afternoon, near here, accidentally.”
“Anything take place?”
“Yes. He went into one of his passions. He reproached me bitterly. He said I’d led him on for three years and then thrown him aside. And he finished up by repeating that he knew he’d Guy Markenmore to thank for it, and that if he ever came across him again, however long it might be, he’d shoot him like a dog.”
When the sensation caused by this reply had died down, the questioner gave Mrs. Tretheroe a searching look.