There is no bridling her unless the tale be here told of how Lord Brailstone in his frenzy of the disconcerted rival boasted over town the counterstroke he had dealt Lord Fleetwood, by sending Mrs.
Levellier a statement of the latter nobleman's base plot to thwart her husband's wager, with his foul agent, the repentant and well-paid ruffian in person, to verify every written word.

The town's conception of the necessity for the reunion of the earl and countess was too intense to let exciting scandal prosper.

Moreover, the town's bright anticipation of its concluding festivity on the domain of Calesford argued such tattle down to a baffled adorer's malice.

The Countess of Cressett, having her cousin, the beautiful Mrs.Kirby-Levellier, in her house, has denied Lord Brailstone admission at her door, we can affirm.
He has written to her vehemently, has called a second time, has vowed publicly that Mrs.Levellier shall have her warning against Lord Fleetwood.

The madness of jealousy was exhibited.