The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 148: what you’re looking at

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THE EXPERIMENT’S RESULT | 131 shut him out from her view, and she saw that all was lost, she grew suddenly calm. ‘“ Etienne,” she said, turning abruptly around and flinging her flashing glances at her brother-in-law, ‘it is you that have done this.”’ ‘“ Not intentionally, Juliana, —on my soul, not intention- ally,’ he answered, while his looks still continued to indi- cate the deepest commiseration and sorrow. “ Listen for a few moments while I explain — ”’ ‘There is nothing to explain,” cried Juliana, petulantly. “The mischief is done, you have ruined me.”’ ‘‘ There must be explanation,” said the marquis, “‘ because there is accusation. I tell you, Juliana, that all this has been perfectly unintentional on my part, and that when I came hither, I had not the slightest notion of encountering you. I could not have foreseen it.’’ ‘‘ But wherefore,’’ demanded Miss Farefield, ‘‘ that feigned name of Meurice? ”’ “ That feigned name of Meurice — I will explain the inci- dent,’ responded the marquis, serious and mournful alike in his tone and looks. ‘ But be patient, Juliana; give not way to these impetuous gestures, these angry looks. The Viscount de Chateauneuf spoke to me, last night, in en- thusiastic terms of a lady who had won his heart, and after some discourse it was agreed that I should be presented to her this day. Now, you can well understand that, holding a high official appointment, and for the sake of Constance likewise — ”’ “Oh, I comprehend,” interrupted Juliana, with bitter- ness, ‘‘ you did not choose to come under your own name to pay a visit to a kept mistress. Well,’’ she continued, in a somewhat milder manner, “ it is at all events satisfactory to know that this was not a vile trick nor a detestable stratagem, planned for my exposure.’’ “No,” ejaculated Villebelle, ‘‘ I would not for the world agoravate whatsoever sorrows and afflictions you may have already endured. But wherefore have you kept your dwell- ing a secret from Constance? You must have known she was in Paris; you must have known likewise that she loves you, that she has yearned after you —”’ “ Etienne,’ interrupted Juliana, vehemently, ‘‘is it not but too evident that my pathway and that of my sister lie CONnNIEOOOKS (C©)