“That also,” said the Governor, “and Boots.” He asked my Lord then how his Illness went and the Answer was–better, though the Ague was by no Means gone.
“Now, fellow,” said Mr. Hanson, “come with me to make these Purchases.”
My Lord took some money from the pocket of his gown and gave it to the Polander.
“That is to discharge your Lodging at Monsieur Flaubert’s Academy,” he said; “to-night you shall lie here.” He spoke in a Languid Tone, but his eyes had an Extraordinary sparkle and brightness.
Mr. Hanson now asked my Lord–How Much he was willing to dispose of on a Sword?
And he answered ten Shillings, and as much for the Coat.
Mr. Hanson then carried the Polander to a shop near and bought a riding Coat and a Pair of Boots and there was some difficulty in getting either large enough for one of his Bulk and Bearing.
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.