The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 321: what you’re looking at

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304 REYNOLDS’ WORKS ‘This was indeed a romantic but a frightful adventure,”’ exclaimed Juliana, “and I congratulate you both upon having passed through it on terms so comparatively cheap.”’ The conversation was continued until a late hour, when the marquis and Constance were conducted to the chamber prepared for their reception, and Juliana retired to her own. She could not, however, immediately close her eyes in sleep. The remarks which had fallen from the lips of her brother-in-law in respect to her husband continued to haunt her; and though she endeavoured to tranquillize herself herself with a review of the observations which he had subsequently made to qualify the effect of the first, she could not shake off a certain uneasy feeling. When slumber at leneth visited her, that feeling still Sek oe her and raised up all kinds of imideee of terror to people her dreams. The night which she thus passed was restless, troubled, and disturbed, and when she awoke in the morning, it was with an aching head and careworn looks. The Marquis of Villebelle rose at a somewhat early hour, and descended to walk in the garden before breakfast. Juliana saw him from the window of her own bedchamber, thus sauntering along the gravel walks and amusing himself with the contemplation of the floral beauties profusely scattered about. She caught herself sighing as she envied the lot of her sister, who was married to a nobleman that lay under no political ban, who in a very short time had pushed himself up, by his own merits and talents, from a complete obscurity to a high diplomatic position, and whose personal appearance was infinitely superior to that of her own husband, the Count de Toledo. While she was thus giving way to her reflections, and performing her toilet, she heard the sounds of a horse’s hoofs approaching along the road; and again hastening to the window, she in a few moments perceived that it was her husband. She waved her kerchief in token of welcome, and he answered the salutation in a similar manner. At that instant she caught sight of Villebelle, who was in the front garden, and she noticed that he flung rapid glances irom the horseman who had stopped at the gate up to the window where she was thus waving her kerchief. Then the marquis advanced hurriedly toward that gate, just as the Count de Toledo alighted; and it struck Juliana, as Gomi () JOOKS (ECO) an) 4