'What does it matter to you—what do you care about it?' asked Dulcie impatiently.
'A man must always feel interested in the future of a girl he loves, or has loved, even though she has deliberately thrown him over, and flouted him, as you have always done me.'
'I never could nor can I care for you, even as a friend; so simply cease this old annoyance, please,' she said angrily.
'Beware, I say again,' said he, with knitted brows.
'Oh, you have been manly enough to threaten me before, but you are not yet the master of Craigengowan, and may never be.'
This had only reference to his rash course of life, and was but one of several random speeches or shots made by Dulcie, which always terrified and maddened Shafto, who suspected that in some mysterious way she knew more than he was aware of. At these times he could have strangled her, and now he grew pale with momentary rage.
'I will no longer submit to your cruelty and cowardice,' said Dulcie, her blue eyes flashing as she felt desperate.
'What will you do—tell Lady Fettercairn?' he sneered.
'No.'
'What then?'