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that, on seeing a gentlemanly passenger on the 

 pavement meeting us, I peremptorily ordered a halt, 

 let myself out of the carriage, and in very odd French 

 asked the gentleman, where I was going to, — at 

 least that was the meaning of the words I used. 

 With a suppressed smile, my civil friend replied in 

 substance, " that it was impossible for him to know ! " 

 So in an instant, seeing the oddity of my question, 

 and laughing at it, I added a word or two, and asked 

 him where that turn led, and if that was the way 

 to the French Tattersall's. He told me that it was 

 all correct, and that the place I sought was further 

 on and to the riijht. 



" Thanks, sir," I said ; '' then will you direct the 

 driver of my carriage ? " 



At this request he stepped up to the driver, and 

 after a few words, told me with a good-humoured 

 smile that the coachman said he knew very well 

 where he was going, if I would only have the patience 

 to let him get there. Having bowed to each other, 

 with many thanks from me, I saw him stop to see that 

 we took the right direction. At last I gained Tat- 

 tersall's and received my hounds, and by dint of 

 threats and commands for speed, was put down at 

 the Orleans station, in time for the desired train. 



On getting out of the cab, my coachman declined 



