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~ 36 ALFRED DE ROSANN. chevreuil, and a variety of other dainties, spread in gorgeous array along the clean boards that slanted and projected on each side of the door. Mr. Clayton _ stopped for a moment, to regale himself with the odour of savoury meats that issued from the kitchen ; and seeing some game apparently suited to his taste, he entered the shop to purchase it. An individual, whose head was enveloped .in a white night-cap, stepped forward, uttered an exclamation of delight, and seized the hand of his customer, who would as soon have found himself in the midst of Araby’s hottest desart, as exposed to so friendly a welcome from one whom he speedily discovered to be the officious cook he had seen on the premises of Louis Dorval. “ Do you not recollect me ?”? shouted Champignon. «*'T'was I that served up your breakfast a few days ago—’’ - “Yes—yes, my good friend—I think I call to mind—”’ “QO you need not think,’’ cried the gastronomer, at length induced to relinquish Mr. Clayton’s hand; “for by enumerating the various dishes you partook of, I can speedily satisfy you as to the truth of my asser- — tion.”’ | * There’s a-man that does not choose to be misun- derstood!” remarked one of the loiterers outside. “JY dare say Monsieur Citron’ (for that was the name Champignon had adopted), “ has recognised his friend or acquaintance Cornichon,’’ said another : and a hearty laugh followed this execrable piece of wit. | Mr. Clayton’s indignation, or rather confusion, knew no bounds. He was in an ill humour when he entered the shop; the present scené did not help to cool his temper. Ashamed, however, to give vent to his wrath in public, he inquired the price of a brace of pheasants ; and Champignon hastened to describe _ the peculiar excellencies of a variety of dishes, having placed an exorbitant value on the birds which had originally attracted his present customer. JOOKSAGO =) a (C@)