“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.”
Here he stopped abruptly and the Polander gave a salute after the Military Fashion, not knowing what to say and withdrew against the Wall at the far end of the Chamber. Then my Lord spoke to Mr. Hanson.
“Have you made those Enquiries?” he asked.
“My Lord, I did ask the Swedish resident and his answer was–that if you should Meddle in any Way with Esquire Thynne you would have but a bad living in England–but as for the Law of it, he could not say.”
“And for the Other?” asked my Lord, in a low voice.
“He said, that if you should Duel Mr. Thynne, he could not instruct you as to what the Law might be regarding your Hopes of the Lady Ogle, Esquire Thynne’s Wife.”
“Monsieur Lienburgh knoweth nought!” cried my Lord impatiently; “What said he as to Riding Out in the Hyde Park on a Sunday?”