After a little waiting he found exactly what he wanted.
A certain Lord Lynfield from the South of England, who lived in London, and was a director of many Boards, took a pheasant-shooting in the neighbourhood of Hawk's Hall, and with it a house.

Here he lived more or less during the winter months, going up to town when necessary, to attend his Boards.

Lord Lynfield was cursed with several extravagant sons, with whom John Blake, who was a good shot, soon became friendly.
Also he made himself useful by lending one of them a considerable sum of money.

When this came to Lord Lynfield's ears, as Honest John was careful that it should, he was disturbed and offered repayment, though as a matter of fact he did not know where to turn for the cash.

In his bluffest and heartiest way Blake refused to hear of such a thing.
"No, no, my Lord, let it stand.