They then went down _St. Martin’s Lane_ but could find never a Sword worth a Groat; then on Mr. Hanson went as far as _Charing Cross_ and then into a Cutler’s and bestowed ten Shillings on a Sword for a Servant, which could not be ready till Evening, however. Mr. Hanson said he would call for it when he came back from the Play that night and took the Polander back to M. Flaubert’s Academy, where the Younger Count, a very Gay and Beautiful Gentleman, was learning to ride the Great Horse. The Polander Paid for his Lodging and waited in the Academy feeling sad for loneliness till Mr. Hanson came back from the Theatre and took him again to the Cutler’s; but the Sword was by no means Ready. “’Tis strange,” cried the Governor, “that a Gentleman cannot get a Little Sword for himself in a whole Afternoon!” “Well, sir,” said the Cutler, “pray do not be Impatient. I will send the Sword.” They then left the shop and went towards _St. Martin’s Lane_; it was now Snowing and a Great Volume of Wind abroad. When they reached my Lord’s Lodging they found him still in his Gown and Night Cap sitting over the fire and he looked like a sick man save for the great Light and Glitter in his Eyes. He asked where his Brother was. “At his Grace of Richmond’s,” said Mr. Hanson; “We were at the Play together and I have ordered the Broadsword which will come anon.” They were talking without any Regard to the Polander who stood stiff in his New Coat, Longing to see Captain Vratz and to go to the horses he was to look after (and he wondered where the Stables might be as this was too Ill a House to have any). Now Mr. Hanson went up to my Lord in moved fashion. “Think of the Consequences of this, Count Charles!” he said. My Lord looked up in a kind of Passion. “He puts Words on me that are no wise to be borne!” “Is it for the words he Used or for the sake of the Red Haired Girl you saw at the Hague?” asked Mr. Hanson, biting the end Curls of his Peruke. “He called me a Hector,” said my Lord, “and Laughed at my Horse–and, by God, you shall leave the Lady Ogle Out of this!” “Your Lordship has not left her Out,” answered Mr. Hanson, “for you bid me discover if you would have any Hopes of her if you got rid of her Husband—” At this Point the Count bid the Polander go down to the Kitchens of the house and dine, and he added that in this place he was known as Carlo Cuski, and not by his Real Name. Thereupon the Polander went; there was a Man and a Maid and a Boy in the Kitchen who had no Language but _English_, so the Count’s man ate his meat in Silence and was presently going to the place appointed to him to sleep in when a young Gentleman, very finely Dressed in Blue, came down, and speaking _German_, bade him Come up to the Count, which he did and found to his vast Joy, Captain Vratz with his Lordship.