'You showed me the letter yourself, and insisted on my reading it.' Leonard's heart began to quail.

He seemed to have an instinctive dread of what was coming.

Harold went on calmly and remorselessly: 'Did a proposal of marriage pass between you ?' 'Yes!' The answer was defiantly given; Leonard began to feel that his back was against the wall.
'Who made it ?' The answer was a sudden attempt at a blow, but Harold struck down his hand in time and held it.

Leonard, though a fairly strong man, was powerless in that iron grasp.
'You must answer! It is necessary that I know the truth.' 'Why must you?
What have you to do with it?
You are not my keeper! Nor Stephen's; though I dare say you would like to be!' The insult cooled Harold's rising passion, even whilst it wrung his heart.
'I have to do with it because I choose.

You may find the answer if you wish in your last insult! Now, clearly understand me, Leonard Everard.
You know me of old; and you know that what I say I shall do.