"Sirrah!" cried Beau Wilson, "I perceive your purpose. If you prove good enough to name lodgings where you may he found by my friends, I shall ask leave to bid you a very good night." So speaking, Wilson flung out of the room. A silence fell upon those left within. "Sirs," said Law, a moment later, "I beg you to bear witness that this is no matter of my seeking or accepting. This gentleman is a stranger to me. I hardly got his name fair." "Wilson is his name, sir," said Pembroke, "a very good friend of us all. He is of good family, and doth keep his coach-and-four like any gentleman. For him we may vouch very well." "Wilson!" cried Law, springing now to his feet. "'Tis not him known as Beau Wilson? Why, my dear sirs, his father was friend to many of my kin long ago. Why, sir, this is one of those to whom my mother bade me look to get my first ways of London well laid out." "These are some of the ways of London," said Pembroke, grimly. "But is there no fashion in which this matter can be accommodated?" Pembroke and Castleton looked at each other, rose and passed him, each raising his hat and bowing courteously. "Your servant, sir," said the one; and, "Your servant, sir," said the other. CHAPTER V DIVERS EMPLOYMENTS OF JOHN LAW "And when shall I send these garments to your Lordship?" asked the haberdasher, with whom Law was having speech on the morning following the first night in London. "Two weeks from to-day," said Law, "in the afternoon, and not later than four o'clock. I shall have need for them." "Impossible!" said the tradesman, hitherto obsequious, but now smitten with the conviction regarding the limits of human possibilities. "At that hour, or not at all," said John Law, calmly. "At that time I shall perhaps be at my lodgings, 59 Bradwell Street, West. As I have said to you, I am not clad as I could wish. It is not a matter of your convenience, but of mine own." "But, sir," expostulated the other, "you order of the best. Nothing, I am sure, save the utmost of good workmanship would please you. I should like a month of time upon these garments, in order to make them worthy of yourself. Moreover, there are orders of the nobility already in our hands will occupy us more than past the time you name. Make it three weeks, sir, and I promise--" His customer only shook his head and reiterated, "You heard me well." The tailor, sore puzzled, not wishing to lose a customer who came so well recommended, and yet hesitating at the exactions of that customer, sat with perplexity written upon his brow. "So!" exclaimed Law. "Sir Arthur Pembroke told me that you were a clever fellow and could execute exact any order I might give you. Now it appears to me you are like everybody else. You prate only of hardships and of impossibilities." The perspiration fairly stood out on the forehead of the man of trade.