'Krahwinkel,' says I, 'WHO LOOKS FOOLISH NOW ?' and from that day to this I was never at a Court-day asked to eat Sauerkraut--NEVER!" "Hey there, La Rose! Bring me that diamond snuff-box in the drawer of my secretaire;" and the snuff-box was brought.

"Look at it, my dear," said the Count, "for I saw you seemed to doubt.

There is the button--the very one that came off his Grace's coat." Mr.Billings received it, and twisted it about with a stupid air.

The story had quite mystified him; for he did not dare yet to think his father was a fool--his respect for the aristocracy prevented him.
When the Count's communications had ceased, which they did as soon as the story of the Sauerkraut was finished, a silence of some minutes ensued.

Mr.Billings was trying to comprehend the circumstances above narrated; his Lordship was exhausted; the chaplain had quitted the room directly the word Sauerkraut was mentioned--he knew what was coming.