he room, and the other, turning
to a table at which two gentlemen sate, said, "What a little sharper it
is! Everything I said about Bernstein relates mutato nomine to him. I
knew the fellow to be a spy and a rogue. He has changed his religion I
don't know how many times. I had him turned out of the Hague myself when
I was ambassador, and I know he was caned in Vienna."

"I wonder my Lord Chesterfield associates with such a villain!" called
out Harry from his table. The other couple of diners looked at him. To
his surprise the nobleman so addressed went on talking.

"There cannot be a more fieffe coquin than this Poellnitz. Why, Heaven
be thanked, he has actually left me my snuff-box! You laugh?--the fellow
is capable of taking it." And my lord thought it was his own satire at
which the young men were laughing.

"You are quite right, sir," said one of the two diners, turning to Mr.
Warrington, "though, saving your presence, I don't know what business it
is of yours. My lord will play with anybody who will set him. Don't be
alarmed, he is as deaf as a post, and did not hear a word that you said;
and that's why my lord will play with anybody who will put a pack of
cards before him, and that is the reason why he consorts with this
rogue."

"Faith, I know other noblemen who are not particular as to their
company," says Mr. Jack.

"Do you mean because I associate with you? I know my company, my good
friend, and I defy most men to have the better of me."

Not having paid the least attention to Mr. Warrington's angry
interruption, my lord opposite was talking in his favourite French with
Monsieur Barbeau, the landlord, and graciously complimenting him on
his dinner. The host bowed again and again; was enchanted that his
Excellency was satisfied: had not forgotten the art which he had learned
when he was a young man in his Excellency's kingdom of Ireland. The
salmi was to my lord's liking? He had just served a dish to the young
American seigneur who sate opposite, the gentleman from Virginia.

"To whom?" My lord's pale face became red for a moment, as he asked this
question, and looked towards Harry Warrington, opposite to him.

"To the young gentleman from Virginia who has just arrived, and who
perfectly possesses our beautiful language!" says Mr. Barbeau, thinking
to kill two birds, as it were, with this one stone of a compliment.

"And to whom your lordship will be answerable for language reflecting
upon my family,