The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 390: what you’re looking at

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THE DENOUEMENT 373 relatives was waning in his breast; but without another word she hastened up to her chamber, where she made some change in her toilet, little suspecting the while that a storm was about to burst over her head. In about a quarter of an hour she repaired to the apartment where the luncheon was served up, and where she found her brother standing at the window. “ Here comes Sir Frederick,’ he said; “‘ he is just this moment entering the house. I waved my hand to him, but he did not appear to notice it. He is a singular fellow at times, this husband of yours, Anastatia.’’ “He has been very munificent toward you, Robert,” said the lady, in a tone of rebuke and reproach. “Oh, as for that — But hush, here he comes! ”’ The door opened, and Sir Frederick made his appearance. Anastatia was about to hasten toward him, when she was suddenly struck by the extreme paleness of his countenance and by his stern, repellmg demeanour. Lord Rushbrook failed not likewise to observe his brother-in-law’s aspect, and the misgiving which had been floating in his mind expanded into an absolute terror. “Ts anything the matter, Sir Frederick?’ inquired Lady Anastatia, not daring to advance toward that husband who, instead of giving her encouragement so to do, appeared by his very look to repel her. The merchant deliberately closed the door, and looking from his wife toward the viscount, then back again at his wife, he surveyed them both with a gaze wherein scorn, con- tempt, indignation, and aversion were all commingled. Rush- brook was ready to sink with terror, for he now felt assured that the secret of the cash-box had by some means tran- spired, while Anastatia was smitten with the idea that some- thing fresh had p-ppencd in respect to Shadbolt and Ma- date Angelique. “Sit down, both of you,” said the merchant, at length breaking silence, and speaking in a voice of cold command. ‘“T have certain observations to make, and it is possible they may extend to some length.” “ But my dear husband,” said Lady Anastatia, advancing a step or two with trembling hesitation, ‘‘ your manner is so singular — ”’ “ Do you find it so, madam? ” he asked, flinging upon her CORNICLOOO SS (C(@)