The orders for frames flowed in apace, but as yet he was not able to execute the commissions for want of a workshop. He consulted the landlord of the “Carved Lion,” who was well acquainted with the neighbourhood and its surroundings. “I’ve got a fairish amount of orders,” said Peace; “and it’s likely that others will follow; but there is a little difficulty in the way.” “And what might that be?” inquired Bricket. “I can get all my materials easily enough,” returned Peace; “but how about a place――a workshop?” “Ah, I see, of course. You want a snug crib in the neighbourhood?” “Yes.” “I think I can arrange that. You know Charlie Styant?” “No indeed, I do not.” “Oh, yes, you do. Not by name perhaps, but you’ve seen him, an’ he knows you well enough.” “Well, what of him?” [Sidenote: No. 12.] [Illustration: PEACE THREW HIS ARMS AROUND NELL’S NECK, AND IMPRINTED A KISS ON HER RUBY LIPS.] “He’s a carpenter and cabinet-maker, and has a big workshop just at the end of Dennet’s-lane. I dare say he’ll be but too glad to let ’ee have part of his shop?” “Do you think so?” “Of course I do; nay more I’m pretty nigh sure o’ it, and ye’ll find him a nice young fellow in the bargain. He’ll do anything he can to oblige a fellow-tradesman, I’m sartin sure o’ that. Shall I speak to him?” “I wish you would; but I’m giving you a great deal of trouble about one thing and another.” “Dall it, what’s the use of a man being in the world if he can’t mek hisself useful to a fellow creature? Besides, we all on us want to make it worth your while to stop as long as possible.” “You are very good, I’m sure. Just speak to this young carpenter and see what he says about it.” “Right you are. It shall be done this very morning.” Peace shouldered his pack and went round to his customers. Upon his return in the afterpart of the day his landlord informed him that he had spoken to Styant, who expressed his willingness to let part of his shop for a few shillings a week. “And you can have a bench all to yourself,” observed Bricket. “Nothing can be better. How far is it from here?” “Not a quarter of a mile; but we’ll go round and have a look at it,” said the landlord, putting on his hat. “Nothing like striking while the iron’s hot is an old motto of my father’s.” The kind-hearted landlord conducted Peace to a long low building built of wood, with a slate roof, at the end of Dennet’s-lane, as it was termed. He introduced his companion to a young man whom Peace recognised as one of the frequenters of the parlour of the “Lion.” “Now ye two are to be better acquainted. Just cast your eyes round, Mr. Peace, and see if this place will suit ye.” “It will suit well enough if I am not incommoding our young friend.” “Ye can have this bench and this end o’ the shop all to yerself,” said Styant. “I aint got so much business at present as to want the whole shop.”