The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 315: what you’re looking at

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298 REYNOLDS’ WORKS her husband’s rank and station, for had not her maid ascer- tained in Paris that he was all he had represented himself? But perhaps it was in the extent of his pecuniary resources that he had misled her; or perhaps his estates were really confiscated, and he had not liked to reveal the distressing truth, so that the resources which he represented as coming from his intendant might be in reality furnished by the purse of private friendship. At all events, she resolved to lead him into the fullest explanations on his return, for now that her suspicions were once excited, she could not possibly endure a state of uncertainty and suspense. A week had elapsed from the date of the Count de Toledo’s departure on this last occasion, when one day, as Juliana was riding in the phaeton through the village, the groom driving her, she was struck with astonishment on beholding Monsieur Durand standing at the door of the inn. She liked this encounter as little as possible, inasmuch as the Durands knew full well, when she was staying at their villa at Auteuil, that she was in a way to become a mother, and they were likewise perfectly cognizant of her amour with the Vis- count de Chateauneuf. If a word were breathed in the village of those circumstances, her reputation would be ruined, the tale would inevitably reach her husband’s ears, and she would be dishonoured in his eyes. Monsieur Du-- rand had at once recognized her, so that she was compelled to order the phaeton to stop. Hastily alighting, she ran for- ward as if to welcome him with enthusiasm, but 1n reality to prevent him from addressing her by the name of Madame Chesterfield (as she had been called at the villa) in the presence of the groom. She shook him by the hand, and inquired with much seeming friendship after his wife. Monsieur Durand led her into a parlour in the hostelry, and there she found Madame Durand herself. It appeared that a brother of the old gentleman’s had recently died at Bar- celona, and as he had no children, Monsieur Durand was his heir. He had been established for a long series of years as a merchant in the Catalan capital, and had amassed a con- siderable fortune. On the strength of this rich heritage, Mon- sieur and Madame Durand were travelling post from Paris, and had diverged several miles from their more direct route in order to pay a flying visit to some distant relations who dwelt in those parts. On their name being mentioned, CONNIE OO KS (E(0)