Believe me, you have as much cause to be jealous of Cornelia as you have of Barbara Hare." An impulse rose within her that she would tell him all; the few words dropped by Susan and Joyce, twelve months before, the conversation she had just overheard; but in that moment of renewed confidence, it did appear to her that she must have been very foolish to attach importance to it--that a sort of humiliation, in listening to the converse of servants, was reflected on her, and she remained silent.
There never was a passion in this world--there never will be one--so fantastic, so delusive, so powerful as jealousy.

Mr.Carlyle dismissed the episode from his thoughts; he believed his wife's emotion to have been simply from a feverish dream, and never supposed but that, with the dream, its recollection would pass away from her.

Not so.

Implicitly relying upon her husband's words at the moment, feeling quite ashamed at her own suspicion, Lady Isabel afterward suffered the unhappy fear to regain its influence; the ill-starred revelations of Wilson reasserted their power, overmastering the denial of Mr.Carlyle.Shakspeare calls jealousy yellow and green; I think it may be called black and white for it most assuredly views white as black, and black as white.

The most fanciful surmises wear the aspect of truth, the greatest improbabilities appear as consistent realities.