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306 REYNOLDS’ WORKS and, moreover, her husband would not give her an assurance which the marquis could presently disprove. ‘By the bye,’ continued the count, ‘ your brother-in- law has been telling me of his adventure in Catalonia.” ‘Ah,’ ejaculated Juliana, as a recollection struck her, ‘“ perhaps it was the terrible Ramon de Collantes and his formidable band who waylaid you on that occasion when you were wounded? ”’ ‘““Verv probable,” answered the count. ‘‘ But hasten and finish your toilet, dearest Juliana, for the marquis and marchioness purpose to take their leave immediately after breakfast. I myself, to speak candidly, am so exhausted with my night’s travel that I shall le down and take a little repose. If I see not his lordship again ere his departure, pray make my best excuses.” Juliana descended to the parlour where the breakfast- table was spread, and where she found the marquis and marchioness awaiting her presence. Constance at once threw herself into her sister’s arms, and Juliana was for a moment surprised at the effusion of grief which convulsed the marchioness. She wept and sobbed bitterly, but Juliana thought to herself that it was quite a natural outpouring of Constance’s affectionate disposition at the idea of so speedy a separation after being so brief a space together. Presently the marchioness grew more composed, but she looked very pale, and even ill, and seemed much desponding. ‘The mar- quis himself had a certain air of restraint which he en- deavoured to shake off, but he could not. Juliana’s keen lance and wide experience of human nature convinced her that there was something on his mind, and now she likewise coupled the grief of Constance with this suspicion. She herself grew restless and uneasy, and there was a sort of vague terror hanging upon her soul. ‘You knew my husband before? ” she said to the mar- quis; and the very words she thus uttered seemed to her imagination to connect themselves with all the undefined apprehensions that were uppermost in her thoughts. ‘“ Yes, we have met before,’ responded the marquis. “And he was not then the Count of Toledo?” said Juli- ana. ‘“ He was not then the Count of Toledo,’ answered the marquis, repeating her words in a manner which struck her CONNIE OO KS (E(0)