With a knowing smile he bent close to her and whispered: "That's right, cheer him up!" Grace admitted afterward that nothing had ever made her quite so furious as that friendly expression.
But jealousy is jealousy.

It will not down.

The next three days were miserable ones for Hugh.

The green-eyed monster again cast the cloak of moroseness over him--swathed him in the inevitable wet blanket, as it were.

During the first two days Veath had performed a hundred little acts of gallantry which fall to the lot of a lover but hardly to that of a brother--a score of things that would not have been observed by the latter, but which were inwardly cursed by the lover.