"Sir," said Monte-Leone, with the same calmness, "will you tell me first to whom I speak?" "My name is A----, and I am a lieutenant of the royal navy. My father is the person whom your infamous denunciations have caused to be imprisoned in the Conciergerie!" "What!" said the Count, "are you the son of General A----?" "What influences me I cannot and will not tell you; for then it would be out of the question for me to meet you." "Gentlemen," said the Count, speaking to those who witnessed this scene, to which the attention of many others had now been called, "this young man is mad. I, more than any person, have pitied his father, and I wish to give General A---- a new proof of my sympathy, by granting his son a delay until to-morrow, to enable him to repair the incredible injury he has done me. Here is my card," said he, placing it on a table, "and I shall wait until to-morrow for an explanation of the unintelligible conduct of Lieutenant A----." As soon as the Count had finished he left the boudoir, and the Lieutenant's friends kept possession of him, taking him out of the hotel. On the next day Monte-Leone received the following note: "COUNT--Instead of making an apology to you, I maintain all I said. You are a coward and a scoundrel, and you know why. I repeat, that if my voice articulated or my hand traced, why I speak thus, it would be impossible for me to kill you and avenge myself. Do not therefore ask me to make an explanation of what you know perfectly well. If you are unmoved by what I now say, and if I do not bring you out, I will have recourse to other means. I will await you and your witnesses to-day at two o'clock, at the _bois de Bologne_, behind Longchamp. I have selected this hour in order that I might previously see my father. "GUSTAVE A----, "Lieutenant, Royal Navy." "All hell is let loose against me," said the Count, as he perused this letter. "Why can I not penetrate the awful mystery which enshrouds me!" Taking a pen, he wrote the following words, which he gave to the bearer of the challenge: "I will be at the _bois de Bologne_ at two o'clock." FOOTNOTES: [7] Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1850, by Stringer & Townsend, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New-York. Continued from page 54. [8] _Anglice._ Only the first step is troublesome.--TR. From Fraser's Magazine. POULAILLER, THE ROBBER.