Seiz'd upon when they can find them, but he lives in ready-furnish'd lodgings, and hires his coach by the month. SERJEANT. Nay, if the sheriff return "non inventus"-- Sir LUKE. A pox o' your law, you make me lose sight of my story. One morning, a Welch coach-maker came with his bill to my Lord, whose name was unluckily Loyd. My Lord had the man up. You are call'd, I think, Mr. Loyd?--At your Lordship's service, my Lord.----What, Loyd with an L?--It was with an L indeed, my Lord.--Because in your part of the world I have heard that Loyd and Floyd were synonymous, the very same names.--Very often indeed, my lord.--But you always spell your's with an L?--Always.--That, Mr. Loyd, is a little unlucky; for you must know I am now paying my debts alphabetically, and in four or five years you might have come in with an F; but I am afraid I can give you no hopes for your L.--Ha, ha, ha! _Enter a_ SERVANT. SERVANT. There was no overtaking the servant. Sir LUKE. That is unlucky: tell my Lord I'll attend him.--I'll call on Sir Gregory myself. SERJEANT. Why, you won't leave us, Sir Luke? Sir LUKE. Pardon, dear Serjeant and Charlotta; have a thousand things to do for half a million of people positively; promised to procure a husband for Lady Cicely Sulky, and match a coach-horse for Brigadier Whip; after that, must run into the city to borrow a thousand for young At-all at Almack's; send a Cheshire cheese by the stage to Sir Timothy Tankard in Suffolk; and get at the Herald's Office a coat of arms to clap on the coach of Billy Bengal, a nabob newly arriv'd: so you see I have not a moment to lose. SERJEANT. True, true. Sir LUKE. At your toilet to-morrow at ten you may-- _Enter a_ SERVANT _abruptly, and runs against Sir_ LUKE. Can't you see where you are running you, rascal! SERVANT. Sir, his grace the Duke of---- Sir LUKE. Grace!--Where is he?--Where-- SERVANT. In his coach at the door.--If you an't better engaged would be glad of your company to go into the city, and take a dinner at Dolly's. Sir LUKE. In his own coach did you say? SERVANT. Yes, Sir. Sir LUKE. With the coronets--or-- SERVANT. I believe so. Sir LUKE. There's no resisting of that.--Bid Joe run to Sir Gregory Goose's. SERVANT. He is already gone to alderman Inkle's. Sir LUKE. Then do you step to the Knight--hey!--no--you must go to my Lord's--hold, hold, no--I have it--Step first to Sir Greg's, then pop in at Lord Brentford's just as the company are going to dinner. SERVANT. What shall I say to Sir Gregory? Sir LUKE. Any thing--what I told you before. SERVANT. And what to my Lord? Sir LUKE.