The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 329: what you’re looking at

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ol REYNOLDS’ WORKS Count de Toledo, the sum which he thus specified being a thousand pounds in English money. ‘“ And when that sum is gone, how are we to live? ” asked Juliana. ‘‘ Of course you cannot fail to understand that I now know everything, — that your estates are confiscated, that your position is hopeless, and that you must never again think of revisiting your native land. Indeed, I fear that, so far from having received any supplies at the hands of your intendant, you must be largely indebted to the bounty of your friends, and I do not see how you will ever acquit yourself of these labilities.”’ Juliana spoke in a cold manner, but yet with a certain degree of bitterness in her accents; while her husband lis- tened with silent attention until she had finished, and his eyes were fixed keenly and searchingly upon her. “Tf my estates be in reality all confiscated,” he observed, ‘you do not, I presume, intend to make the circumstance a subject of reproach? ”’ “To speak frankly,’ answered Juliana, “‘ I do not think you acted well by concealing from me, when you offered mar- riage, the real position in which you were placed in respect to your government, and the possibility, nay, more, the probability of your estates being confiscated’ by the advent of a hostile ministry to power. You should have dealt can- didly with me— ”’ ‘‘ And pray, Juliana,” interrupted the Count de Toledo, his features assuming a sudden expression of mingled fierce- ness and hardihood, “‘ did you deal with the fullest frankness toward me? ”’ ‘What mean you?” ejaculated the lady, seized with trepidation as, all her antecedents swept through her mind. ‘““T mean,” rejoined her husband, “ that when you in- formed me you were Lady Saxondale’s daughter, that your brother was Lord Saxondale, that your sister had married Villebelle the eminent diplomatist, you forgot to add certain little incidents in respect to yourself.”’ ‘ Ah!’? murmured Juliana, becoming pale as death; but with a desperate effort to regain her effrontery, she said, in a haughty tone, “ If calumniating tongues have made them- selves busy with my name, you, as my husband, ought to defend me, instead of having, even for a single moment, the ) CONNIE OO KS (E(0) m