heir food, these worthies resembled
horses masticating ears of corn; when they laughed, they made the
windows rattle.

The good-humored traveller shook his head; over the face of his
companion passed a disdainful smile, which did not escape the
landlord.

As the elder turned round, he observed his servant inscribing their
names in the tavern-book. He would have stopped him, but he had
already written the names.

He thereupon turned to the landlord.

Could they not have a private room?

Hum!--it was contrary to rule.

They wanted to dine.

Could they not make up their minds to join the company?

The younger traveller could not, and would not--a room.

The landlord assumed a dogged expression, and replied that he made no
distinction among his guests. What was good enough for one was good
enough for all.

Then, the young traveller said, he would not stay in such a place.

The host replied, that he might go and welcome--the sooner the
better--he wanted no lofty foreign gentlemen with their airs, etc.

The two gentlemen bowed with grave politeness, and made a sign to
their servants, who came forward, looking with terrible frowns at
Boniface.

Prepare the carriage to set out again--they would not dine there.

How Monseigneur would go on in spite of--

Enough--Monseigneur would consult them when it was necessary. Harness
the horses again.

The result of which command was, that in ten minutes the two gentlemen
were again upon the road.

The landlord watched them, with a frown, as they departed. He then
bethought him of the book where the servant had inscribed their names,
and opened it. On the page was written:

"MR. LOUIS PHILLIPPE,
"MR. MONTPENSIER,
PARIS."

The landlord had driven from his establishment the future king of the
French, and his brother, because they wanted a private apartment to
dine in.

The common version that the Duke was personally assaulted, and turned
out, is a mere fiction--our own account is the proper and true one.

So Bousch's Tavern was only fated to be historical, when Mr. Jinks
approached it--that character having not yet been attached to it.
Whether the absence of such associations affected the larder in Mr.
Jinks' opinion, we cannot say--probably not, however.

Certain is it that Jinks entered with dignity, and accosted the fat,
ruddy, German landlord, Mr. Bousch, and proceeding to do what a
quarter of a century afterwards a Duke imitated him