I Forbid the Banns! — page 215: what you’re looking at

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ON WHITE VELVET. 205 ““White soul smothered in lace—that sounds like a cookery recipe,’’ said he. The hall rang with laughter; but when Julian Charlton had gone to the library, saying that he wanted to hunt up a lease, there was no sound of laughter either in that apartment or in the drawing room, where Bertha had gone to wait for him. The girl stood at a window watching one of the under gardeners working the lawn mower. Pain was at her heart. She knew that Eric had behaved badly; he had been even more than usually rough—that is to say, he had spoken from a deeper depth of his heart than usual. But he had conveyed to her the precious trunks, and surely a man who brings to a woman three Saratoga trunks packed with such articles of attire and adornment as she has been longing for during a space of three days, might be excused for taking cer- tain liberties of speech. Eric Vicars was her oldest friend. He had taken care to remind her of this fact more than once in the presence of Charlton; and it seemed to her that, at each reference to her previous acquaintance with the man, Julian had become whiter in the face, until at last he had almost insulted his guest. She was pained that Julian should have been so annoyed by any friend of hers, and she was pained that any friend of hers should be almost insulted by Julian, especially as this friend had conveyed to her some trunks of importance. She felt that Julian might have passed over with only a smile whatever coarse expressions had been made use of by Eric. But from the first he had shown a marked antipathy to poor Eric. Why he had done so she could not say. It actually seemed to her that Julian was showing himself to be jealous of Eric. No, she could not accept the suggestion made by her instinct in this matter. Jealous—her husband—she called him her husband, of course—jealous of Eric.~ The idea was too ridiculous to be entertained. CORNICLOOOKS (c(0)