his cheeks were red with passion , and his eyes were bright , for he could not but notice that , now that she was safe at orphir under her true love 's protection , the lady morna 's manner had grown cold and distant again , and he was beginning to lose faith in snorro 's charm . angry and disappointed , he had sought his mother 's room to pour out his story of vexation to her . he stopped short , however , when he saw the wonderful waistcoat lying on the table , all gold and silver and shining colours . it was like a fairy garment , and its beauty took his breath away . " for whom hast thou purchased that ? " he asked , hoping to hear that it was intended for him . " tis a christmas gift for thy brother paul , " answered his mother , and she would have gone on to tell him how deadly a thing it was , had he given her time to speak . but her words fanned his fury into madness , for it seemed to him that this hated brother of his was claiming everything . " everything is for paul ! i am sick of his very name , " he cried . " by my troth , he shall not have this ! " and he snatched the vest from the table . it was in vain that his mother and his aunt threw themselves at his feet , begging him to lay it down , and warning him that there was not a thread in it which was not poisoned . he paid no heed to their words , but rushed from the room , and , drawing it on , ran downstairs with a reckless laugh , to show the lady morna how fine he was . 
how will harold feel after he hears that the waistcoast is meant for his brother ?
angry .
jealous .