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10 ALFRED DE ROSANN, am under to you. Had it not been for your aid and advice, I should perhaps have starved, or been recap- tured immediately after my flight from Brest: indeed, I do not know that I should have had the courage to attempt an escape.”” | “Say as little about that as possible, De Rosann ; and let us commence an attack on some of the messes which Champignon has dished up. But perhaps you breakfast with your friends?”’ ‘We have eaten together, hitherto, Belle-Rose; wherefore should we then take our meals apart now?”’ returned Alfred. | ‘Cursed marrow-bone!’”? cried Champignon, who entered at the moment; “it would have made so deli- cate an addition to the repast!”’ ‘We are doing honour to your viands, my worthy Apicius,’’ exclaimed Belle-Rose, helping himself to a plentiful supply of hashed turkey. ‘‘T reserved the dish for you, master Mercury,” retorted the gastronomer, who had somewhere read or heard that the winged messenger of Jupiter was the patron of thieves and vagabonds. “You will, of course, partake of the dainties which you yourself have arranged?’’ said De Rosann; but before the last syllable had fairly left his lips, Cham- pignon was already seated at the table, and playing a vigorous game with his fork. After breakfast, De Rosann left hits companions for a.moment, to pay hisrespects to Mrs. Clayton. The reception he experienced was cold and chilling in the extreme: he, however, affected not to perceive it, but with the natural ease of a polished Frenchman, in- formed himself of her health, made a few indifferent remarks relative to the weather, ef cetera, and then arose to say adieu. ‘he lovers exchanged tender and expressive glances. Mrs. Clayton condescended so far as “to wish Monsieur De Rosann well;’”? and her brother-in-law said boldly, “Do not forget to write from Paris, my dear Alfred, and tell me how the world Gomicbdooks-con