_Mais il faut agir_—that is to say, a Frenchman never faints outright. Besides, his Grace hated a scene—De L’Omelette is himself again. There were some foils upon a table—some points also. The Duc had studied under B——; _il avait tué ses six hommes._ Now, then, _il peut s’échapper_. He measures two points, and, with a grace inimitable, offers his Majesty the choice. _Horreur!_ his Majesty does not fence! _Mais il joue!_—how happy a thought!—but his Grace had always an excellent memory. He had dipped in the “_Diable_” of Abbé Gualtier. Therein it is said “_que le Diable n’ose pas refuser un jeu d’écarté._” But the chances—the chances! True—desperate: but scarcely more desperate than the Duc. Besides, was he not in the secret?—had he not skimmed over Père Le Brun?—was he not a member of the Club Vingt-un? “_Si je perds_,” said he, “_je serai deux fois perdu_—I shall be doubly damned—_voilà tout!_ (Here his Grace shrugged his shoulders.) _Si je gagne, je reviendrai a mes ortolans—que les cartes soient préparées!_” His Grace was all care, all attention—his Majesty all confidence. A spectator would have thought of Francis and Charles. His Grace thought of his game. His Majesty did not think; he shuffled. The Duc cut. The cards were dealt. The trump is turned—it is—it is—the king! No—it was the queen. His Majesty cursed her masculine habiliments. De L’Omelette placed his hand upon his heart. They play. The Duc counts. The hand is out. His Majesty counts heavily, smiles, and is taking wine. The Duc slips a card. “_C’est à vous à faire_,” said his Majesty, cutting. His Grace bowed, dealt, and arose from the table _en presentant le Roi_. His Majesty looked chagrined. Had Alexander not been Alexander, he would have been Diogenes; and the Duc assured his antagonist in taking leave, “_que s’il n’eût été De L’Omelette il n’aurait point d’objection d’être le Diable._” THE OBLONG BOX. Some years ago, I engaged passage from Charleston, S. C., to the city of New York, in the fine packet-ship “Independence,” Captain Hardy. We were to sail on the fifteenth of the month (June), weather permitting; and on the fourteenth, I went on board to arrange some matters in my state-room.