“Would to God!” said he, “that this Swede Vratz had stayed out of England, for I think he will be the Engine of some harm to my Lord.” Then he went on to say that he was in no way responsible for the Count Charles but only for the other lord, Philip his younger Brother. “But I must help a great man where I can,” he added, and seemed Troubled. The Polander Wondered he should speak so to a Servant, but dare say no more but followed him out into the cold streets of _London_. It was bitter enough and the Polander was in _Rags_, but the Buildings and the people so pleased him that he took no heed of the Sharpness of the weather but smiled to himself with pleasure at a City so _Fine_. So they came to _St. Martin’s Lane_ where the Count Lodged and in a room mean enough, high up, a place strange for a Man of Quality. “My Lord Lodged in the _Haymarket_” said Mr. Hanson, “but the Chimney smoked so that he was fain to move”–and with that he opened a Door and the Polander followed him into the Count’s Chamber. This was an ill habitation for a Gentleman, being mean and low and of a poor Furnishing. There was a fire on the hearth, very brightly burning, and near the window a Bed, on which my lord the Count Charles lay, wrapped in a Flowered Robe of taffeta stuff. He was a very young Gentleman, fair and pale, with a look of fear in eyes of an unusual bright blue; at the entry of Mr. Hanson and the Polander he sprang to a sitting posture on the Bed. “This is the fellow, my Lord,” said the Governor. The Count gave the Polander a Look of a startling keenness. “Are you trustworthy?” says he. “I will do anything for Captain Vratz,” answers the Polander humbly Yet with obstinacy. My Lord put his feet, which were in white Satin slippers, very soiled, to the ground. “You are in my service,” he says swiftly. “To Look after Horses,” replied the Polander simply, “and to _dress_ them in the German Fashion, if it please your Honour.” The Count glanced at the Governor and said: “This is a fellow of a _great_ simplicity and _well suited_.” Mr. Hanson answered with some uneasiness: “Oh, I know not–Captain Vratz gave him a good Character for faithfulness.” At this the Polander was very satisfied and his eyes held Gratitude. The Count, leaning on one elbow against the Bed Post, addressed him: “What is your Name?” “George Borosky, my Lord.” “Well,” said the Count of Conningsmarke, “it is true that I wish you to dress horses in the German fashion, for I believe you are a good Groom and I am here in _England incognito_ to raise a _Regiment_ of _Horse_ for the service of the _King of England_ Who is to enter into an Alliance with _Swedeland_ and _Holland_ against _France_–indeed there is talk of a _Surprise_ on _Strasburg_ and my Brother has bought one Horse already and is to buy more.”