The jealous always thirst for blood.

At any moment when reason is a little weaker than usual, they are ready to kill the thing they hate, or the thing they love.
Any open collision between these ladies would scatter ill consequences all round.

Under such circumstances, we are pretty sure to say or do something wicked, silly, or unreasonable.

But what tortured Triplet more than anything was his own particular notion that fate doomed him to witness a formal encounter between these two women, and of course an encounter of such a nature as we in our day illustrate by "Kilkenny cats." To be sure Mrs.Vane had appeared a dove, but doves can peck on certain occasions, and no doubt she had a spirit at bottom.

Her coming to him proved it.