In her eyes the whole of him, with all his habits, ideas, desires, with all his spiritual and physical temperament, was one thing--love for women, and that love, she felt, ought to be entirely concentrated on her alone.

That love was less; consequently, as she reasoned, he must have transferred part of his love to other women or to another woman--and she was jealous.

She was jealous not of any particular woman but of the decrease of his love.

Not having got an object for her jealousy, she was on the lookout for it.

At the slightest hint she transferred her jealousy from one object to another.