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 in, asked for a private chamber. Mr. Bousch seemed to see nothing improper in this request, and even smiled an assent when Jinks, still scowling, requested that a measure of Jamaica rum might be dispatched before him, to his chamber. Jinks then strolled out to the pathway before the tavern, and looked around him. Suddenly there came out of the stable yard a young man, mounted on a shaggy horse, which young man was clad in a forest costume, and held a rifle in his hand. Jinks directed a terrible glance toward him, and started forward. As the horseman came out of the gateway, he found the road obstructed by Mr. Jinks, whose drawn sword was in his hand. "Back! rash youth!" cried Jinks, with terrible emphasis, "or this sword shall split thy carcass--back!" And the speaker flashed the sword so near to Cloud's eyes that he tossed up his head and nearly reared. Verty had been gazing at the sky, and was scarcely conscious of Mr. Jinks' presence;--but the movement made by Cloud aroused him. He looked at the sword wonderingly. "Stand back!" cried Jinks, "or thou art dead, young man! Turn your horse into that receptacle of animals again, and go not toward the Bower of Nature!" "Anan?" said the young man, calmly. "So you pretend not to understand, do you! Vile caitiff! advance one step at your peril--try to go and complete arrangements for a matrimonial engagement at the Bower of Nature, and thou diest!" Verty was getting angry. "Mr. Jinks, you'd better get out of the way," he said, calmly. "Never! stand back! Attempt to push your animal toward me, and I slaughter him. Base caitiff! Know that the rival you have yonder is myself! Know that she loves you not, and is now laughing at you, however much she may have made you believe she loved you! She is a wretch!" Verty thought Mr. Jinks spoke of Redbud--the dominant idea again--and frowned. "Yes! a perfidious, unfeeling traitoress," observed Mr. Jinks, grimacing terribly; "and if thou makest a single step toward her, I will spit thee on my sword!" Verty cocked his rifle, and placing the muzzle thereof on the Jinks' breast, made a silent movement of his head, to the effect, that Mr. Jinks would consult his personal safety by ceasing to obstruct the way.