faid to Gafton, c What is this that yotl wear every day on your breaft ?' Gafton was not pleafed at the queftion, and replied, € Give me back my coat, Evan : you have nothing to do with it/ Evan flung him his coat, which Gaf-ton put on, but was very pensive the whole day. Three days after, as if Gôd was desirous of fav-ing the life of the count de Foix, Gafton ' quar-relled with Evan at tennis, aud gave him a box on the ear. The boy was vexed at tWs, and ran crying to the apartment of the count, who had juft heard mafs. The count, on feeing him in tears, asked what was the matter. ' In God's name, my lord/ replied Evan, ' Gafton has beaten me, but he deferves beating much more than I do/ € For what reafon?' faid the count, who began to have fome fufpicions. ' On my faith/ faid Evan, 'ever since his returnTrom Na-varre, he wears on his breaft a bag of powder : I know not what ufe it can be of, nor what he in-tends to do with it ; except that he has once or twice told me, his mother would foon return hi-ther, and be more in your good graces than ever (he was/ c Ho/ said the count, € hold thy tongue, and be fure thou do not mention what thôu haft juft told me to any man breath-ing/ * My lord/ replied the youth, • ' I will obey you/ The count de Foix was very thoughtful on this fubject, and remained alone until dinner-time, when he rose up, and feated himfelf as nfual at his table in the hall. His fon Gafton always placed the dishes before him, and tafte the meats. As foon as he had ferved the fir dift . 201