Having placed his adored mistress in the carriage, he calmly resumed his station behind.

Passion or danger seemed to have no impression upon that pale marble face.
Borodino went home furious; nor was his rage diminished, when, on coming to dinner that day, a recherche banquet served in the Frangipane best style, and requesting a supply of a puree a la bisque aux ecrevisses, the clumsy attendant who served him let fall the assiette of vermeille cisele, with its scalding contents, over the prince's chin, his Mechlin jabot, and the grand cordon of the Legion of honor which he wore.
"Infame," howled Borodino, "tu l'as fait expres!" "Oui, je l'ai fait expres," said the man, with the most perfect Parisian accent.

It was Jeames.
Such insolence of course could not be passed unnoticed even after the morning's service, and he was chassed on the spot.

He had been but a week in the house.
The next month the newspapers contained a paragraph which may possibly elucidate the above mystery, and to the following effect:-- "Singular Wager .-- One night, at the end of last season, the young and eccentric Earl of B-gn-gge laid a wager of twenty-five thousand pounds with a broken sporting patrician, the dashing Marquis of M-rt-ng-le, that he would pass a week under the roof of a celebrated and lovely young heiress, who lives not a hundred miles from B-lgr-ve Squ-re.

The bet having been made, the earl pretended an illness, and having taken lessons from one of his lordship's own footmen (Mr.James Plush, whose name he also borrowed) in 'the MYSTERIES of the PROFESSION,' actually succeeded in making an entry into Miss P-ml-co's mansion, where he stopped one week exactly; having time to win his bet, and to save the life of the lady, whom we hear he is about to lead to the altar.