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ALFRED DE ROSANN. 97 ball had lodged in the sufferer’s body. But as only Mr. Herbert and the unfortunate sufferer himself un- derstood the language he spoke, the chirurgeon’s oration was not productive of any wonderful effect. When our hero and his second had thus done all they could to aid the wounded man, they recommend- ed him to the care of Belle-Rose, and sought their own vehicle, to return to town. On their arrival at the hotel, Mr. Robson, who had anxiously posted himself at the window during the last half-hour, and who be- gan to think the time very long, received De Rosann with open arms, and embraced him with such force, that Alfred was fain to cry out. Mr. Herbert was obliged to submit to the same ceremony, for having brought back the belligerent hero safe; and, having made both second and principal promise to dine with him that very afternoon, in order to drink a glass of champagne to the victor’s success, the banker with- drew from the hotel, and returned to his own house, where he found a comfortable breakfast awaiting his arrival. Selina was the first to notice the air of satisfaction and joy, with which her father. entered the room; and Mrs. Robson expressed her curiosity to know what particular business could have made him quit his warm bed at so early an hour. Only a little affair, my love,” cried the banker, rubbing his hands together, and seating himself at the table. ‘It was not exactly in my line, it is true: but a friend in such a predicament—”’ | ¢ Lord! Mr. Robson, how mysterious you are!”’ ex- claimed his better half: “ cannot you entrust us with your secret?”’ “No secret, my dear—no secret, I assure you: ’tis all over now—merely a meeting—”’ “ What! of Williams the stockbroker’s creditors at \five o’clock in the morning?”’ interrupted Mrs. Rob- }son. |. “Not at all: ’twas a meeting of a different nature,” returned the banker, who seemed delighted to keep VOL. I1.—9 COPMICLOO© S (C@)