"Yes," he agreed.

"But he's still fonder of law and order and military discipline, and I should only be imperilling our friendship by pleading with him for this young blackguard." "The young blackguard is your brother-in-law," Tremayne reminded him.
"Bad luck to you, Tremayne, don't I know it?
Besides, what is there I can do ?" he asked again, and ended testily: "Faith, man, I don't know what you're thinking of." "I'm thinking of Una," said Captain Tremayne in that composed way of his, and the words fell like cold water upon the hot iron of O'Moy's anger.
The man who can receive with patience a reproach, implicit or explicit, of being wanting in consideration towards his wife is comparatively rare, and never a man of O'Moy's temperament and circumstances.
Tremayne's reminder stung him sharply, and the more sharply because of the strong friendship that existed between Tremayne and Lady O'Moy.

That friendship had in the past been a thorn in O'Moy's flesh.

In the days of his courtship he had known a fierce jealousy of Tremayne, beholding in him for a time a rival who, with the strong advantage of youth, must in the end prevail.

But when O'Moy, putting his fortunes to the test, had declared himself and been accepted by Una Butler, there had been an end to the jealousy, and the old relations of cordial friendship between the men had been resumed.
O'Moy had conceived that jealousy of his to have been slain.