But I don't fancy she would have been the one to make him happy with all her love." A hot flush passed over the brow of Lady Isabel; a sensation very like jealousy flew to her heart.

No woman likes to hear of another's being, or having been attached to her husband: a doubt always arises whether the feeling may not have been reciprocated.
Lady Isabel descended.

She wore a costly black lace dress, its low body and sleeves trimmed with as costly white; and ornaments of jet.

She looked inexpressibly beautiful, and Barbara turned from her with a feeling of sinking jealousy, from her beauty, from her attire, even from the fine, soft handkerchief, which displayed the badge of her rank--the coronet of an earl's daughter.

Barbara looked well, too; she was in a light blue silk robe, and her pretty cheeks were damask with her mind's excitement.