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302 REYNOLDS’ WORKS and horrified dismay upon her brother-in-law as he gave utterance to those words. All her suspicions, hitherto so vague and. indefinite, flamed up again in her mind, but with a brighter intelligence, so that she was smitten with the awful thought that, after all, her husband was an impostor. Constance caught her by the hand, exclaiming, “ Juliana dearest, what in Heaven’s name is the matter? I am sure Etienne did not purpose to wound your feelings.”’ ‘Far, very far from it,’’ said the marquis, quickly. “ It is not a reason that there should be no such nobleman because I have never heard of him. I may have even heard of him, and yet have forgotten it. My words were incon- siderate and unguarded. ‘Titles are most plentiful in Spain, and it is impossible for any one man’s head to retain the recollection of them all. Pray pardon me, Juliana.” ‘“Say no more upon the subject,” interrupted his sister- in-law, considerably relieved by all that he had just said, and angry with herself that she should so suddenly have yielded to those wild fears and terrific apprehensions. ‘“T have an adventure to relate to you, Juliana,” said Constance, thus seeking to turn the conversation into another channel. ‘“ Yes, it was an adventure quite romantic in its way, I can assure you, though by no means agreeable, for many reasons. The fright and the loss — ”’ ‘What, then, was this adventure?” inquired Juliana, whose interest and oorty were now excited by her sister’s words. ‘An adventure with banditti,’’ resumed Constance. “ It happened yesterday, in the broad daylight. We were travel- ling through the northeastern part of Catalonia, and in a wild, desolate district, when all of a sudden the carriage was surrounded by at least a dozen men, armed to the teeth.” “Heavens, what an adventure!’ ejaculated Juliana, shuddering with affright. “But I can assure you,” said the marquis, “ that your sister bore herself with the utmost fortitude. As you may Suppose, resistance was entirely vain, as it would also have been perilous against such a horde of desperadoes. The consequence was that as they experienced no opposition, they behaved courteously enough.” “You have forgotten one little circumstance, dear Eti- enne,’’ said Constance, ‘‘ and you are not exactly representing CONNIE YOO KS (E(0)