"No; I will know two things: the course she means to take, and the terms you two are upon." By this time Mrs.Vane's light foot was heard on the stair, and Triplet sank into a chair.

"They will tear one another to pieces," said he.
A tap came to the door.
He looked fearfully round for the woman whom jealousy had so speedily turned from an angel to a fiend; and saw with dismay that she had actually had the hardihood to slip round and enter the picture again.
She had not quite arranged herself when her rival knocked.
Triplet dragged himself to the door.

Before he opened it, he looked fearfully over his shoulder, and received a glance of cool, bitter, deadly hostility, that boded ill both for him and his visitor.

Triplet's apprehensions were not unreasonable.

His benefactress and this sweet lady were rivals! Jealousy is a dreadful passion, it makes us tigers.