and ignominiously laid down his arms under the table, after standing
not more than a dozen volleys of beer; Mr. Blacksmith's boy, and a
labourer whose name we have not been able to learn. Mr. Butcher
himself was on the point of yielding, when he was rescued by the
furious charge of a detachment that marched to his relief: his wife
namely, who, with two squalling children, rushed into the "Bugle,"
boxed Butcher's ears, and kept up such a tremendous fire of oaths
and screams upon the Corporal, that he was obliged to retreat.
Fixing then her claws into Mr. Butcher's hair, she proceeded to drag
him out of the premises; and thus Mr. Brock was overcome. His
attack upon John Hayes was a still greater failure; for that young
man seemed to be invincible by drink, if not by love: and at the
end of the drinking-bout was a great deal more cool than the
Corporal himself; to whom he wished a very polite good-evening, as
calmly he took his hat to depart. He turned to look at Catherine,
to be sure, and then he was not quite so calm: but Catherine did
not give any reply to his good-night. She was seated at the
Captain's table playing at cribbage with him; and though Count
Gustavus Maximilian lost every game, he won more than he lost,--sly
fellow!--and Mrs. Catherine was no match for him.

It is to be presumed that Hayes gave some information to Mrs. Score,
the landlady: for, on leaving the kitchen, he was seen to linger
for a moment in the bar; and very soon after Mrs. Catherine was
called away from her attendance on the Count, who, when he asked for
a sack and toast, was furnished with those articles by the landlady
herself: and, during the half-hour in which he was employed in
consuming this drink, Monsieur de Galgenstein looked very much
disturbed and out of humour, and cast his eyes to the door
perpetually; but no Catherine came. At last, very sulkily, he