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ee THE MYSTERIFS OF THE COURT. “Tt is really useless to spoil a good sheet of paper, my lord,” was the merchant’s coldly con- temptuous reply, as he locked up the safe. The Viscount affected to laugh: but he bit his lip with deep concentrated rage, as he theught within himeelf, “ Insult upon insult! The purse- pride of this up-start plebeian is intolerable!” While that expression of impotent fury was still upon Rushbrook’s countepance, the full gaze of Letham’s cold blue eyes was suddenly turned upon him—indeed with an abruptness that made Rush- brook start. But again recovering his self- possession, he ran his fingers through his dark hatr, —saying with another laugh, “ Now, then, for this bottle which is promised.” Sir Frederick Latham Jed the way back to the dining-room—reng the bell—and gave the order for the wine. As he sate for another half-hour with the Viscount, his discourse again turned upon general topics; and he spoke precisely as if no- thing unpleasant had taken placo,—while his de- meanour exhibited that courtesy, so coldly polished, which was habitual with him. The fresh supply of wine being finished, the merchant and the Vis- count repaired to the drawing-room,—where they partook of coffee with Anastatia; and the young lady had not the slightest reason to suspect that anything of a disagreeable cheracter had occurred betwixt her husband and her brother. It was about eleven o'clock when the Viscount’s dashing phaeton was driven round, by the exqui- sitely dressed groom, from the stables to the front of the mansion. The night was very dark; and the lamps of the vehicle were lighted. Lord Rush- brook, having taken leave of his sister and his brother-in-law, paused for a few moments in the hall to light a cigar; and he then ascended to the box-seat,—receiving the whip and reius from the hands of his groom. He was somewhat the worse for the great quantity of wine which he had drunk; and the domestic, if he had dared, would have remonstrated against his master’s undertak- ing to drive on the occasion: but he knew the Viscount’s temper, and accordingly held his peace. His lordship was in rare spirits: he had the two thousand pounds in his pocket—he was elated with wine—be was proud of his beautiful turn-out— and tho impression of the disagreeable scene with bis brother-in-law having now completely worn off, be said to himself, “Since Latham never refuses his money, I shan’t hesitate in future in applying to him even oftener than I have hitherto done.” The equipage dashed along the avenue towards the gates which were thrown open by the porter; and as the steeds flew through that entrance-way, the groom noticed with a shudder bow closely the wheel whisked past ¢he iron post. The road upon which tbey entered, was broad and even: the horses knew that they were returning homeward ; and they proceeded et a rapid rate. The equipage had scarcely gone a quarter of a mile from the gates, when on turning a somowhet sharp corner, the phaeton deshed against @ post, and was lnstan- taneously overturned. The groom was stuaned, and lay senseless on the road: but as if the adage should be fulfilled which decleres “there is a special providence for drunken wen and children,” the Viscount escaped totally unburt. He was instantaneously upon his feet; and he fancied that a man, wearing some 191 strange white dress, wag at the horses’ heads,—to which indeed the stranger had instantaneously rushed, he being on that very spot at the time— so that the wild progress of the animals was arrested. “Thank you, my good fellow!” said Bushbrook, shaking himself as he sprang up to his feet, “Just hold on there for a moment while I look to the groom. Ah!” he continued, having examined his dependant, “he is stunned, but not killed. Well! that’s lucky. And now for the carriage. Well, by heaven! this is lucky again | Nothing broken that I can see, except the lamps. I think thase horses will stand now. Just come and Jend me a hand to set the phacton up- right.” The man to whom these words were addressed, did not give utterance toe syllable in reply: but stili he appeared to comprehend what was said ; for having patted the horses’s necks, he approached the Viscount. “Why, you are a Lascar—or a Chinaman—a Malay—or something of the sort?” exclaimed Rushbrook, as the man emerged from the com- parative obscurity: for the lights of both the lamps were extinguished—there were no gas-lamps in that part of the road—nor was there any house near. “Why the deuce don’t you speak. You seem to understand me.” The Lascar made a sign that he was dumb: but be at once addressed himself to the business of raising the phaeton,—which he did in a very few moments by his own unaided strength, The groom was now recovering; and the Lascar, lift. ing the man in his powerful arms, placed him in the vehicle. “You are a very useful fellow,” said the Vis- count; “and I can’t think of giving you less than five shillings for your services.” Tlus speaking, the nobleman thrust his hand into his breeches’ pocket; and with that careless. ness which was partially characteristic, and par- tially the result of his inebriate condition, he pulled forth all the contents of thet pocket—gold, silver, and bank-notes. . Quick as lightning the Lascar seized upon the notes: it was one rapid clutch which he made at them; and the next in- stant he was darting away as quick as his legs could carry hin. “Stop thief!” vociferated the Viscount, wild with rage and fury: but even before his voice had ceased tv vibrate in the air, the white garments of the robber were lost in the darkneag of the night. A terrible execration burst from Rushbrook's lips: but he dared not speed in pursuit. Ip the first place, he was a coward: ideas of deggers and knives connected with that Lascar, ewept through his brain ;—and in the second place, he dared not quit the equipage. His hasty ejaculations startled the groom almost completely back into life; and he aaid, “ What is the matter, my lord ?” Rushbrook was on the very point of proclaiming the extent to which he had been robbed,— when if struck him that if he were to do so, he must in- evitably cut the figure of the veriest dastard in the eyes of his dependant, for not having af once pursucd the plunderer. Thus, though almost maddened with vexation, his pride nevertheless inspired him with sufficient self-possossion to make (CO G OOO SS} (CO