Nothing so propagates itself as jealousy.

There were in Haddon Hall two hearts in which this self-propagating process was rapidly progressing--Elizabeth's and Dorothy's.

Each had for the cause of her jealousy the same woman.
One night, soon after Cecil had obtained from Elizabeth the order for Mary's arrest, Dorothy, on retiring to her room at a late hour found Jennie Faxton waiting for her with a precious letter from John.

Dorothy drank in the tenderness of John's letter as the thirsty earth absorbs the rain; but her joy was neutralized by frequent references to the woman who she feared might become her rival.

One-half of what she feared, she was sure had been accomplished: that is, Mary's half.