One would really think that she was jealous of me.' 'No, I don't think that one would think that at all,' Gerald returned.
Lady Pickering was pushed beyond the bounds of calculation, and when quite sincere she was really charming.

'O Gerald,' she said, looking up at him and full of roguish contrition, 'how unkind you are! And how horribly clear sighted.

It's I who am jealous! Yes, I really am.

I can't bear being neglected.' 'I don't see why you should,' said Gerald laughing, 'and I certainly shouldn't show such bad taste as to neglect you.

So that it is jealousy, pure and simple.