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the victory unharmed ; his eyes and nose bore evidence of
the skill of his noble antagonist. But the count was glad
enough to remount his steed, and wend his way as nimbly
as possible from the field of battle. Mortified and enraged,
he hurried to his apartment, washed the blood from his
face, and assumed as great anair of tranquillity as if nothing
had occurred to ruffle his temper. At the hour of dinner
he softly descended to the dining hall, and, to his great
vexation, found it crowded with company. His mother
instantly inquired how he came to bruise and disfigure his
face so shockingly ; he returned an evasive answer, inti-
mating that he met with a fall in the park. No more was
said about it, save that a few jokes were passed on sailors
on horseback ; the company all agreeing that, when prac-
tising horsemanship, our jolly tars should be indulged with
a clear coast and plenty of ship-room.

Whilst the dessert was being served, the marquis, his
father, handed him a letter. “?’Tis from Baron Henry,
your uncle; see what an agreeable surprise he has pre-
pared for you. He is spoiling you, my son! 1 fancy you
would be less petulant and imperious were his affection for
you not to outstrip the wishes of even your capricious and
fanciful mind.”

The count was so eager to read his dear uncle’s letter,