THE RESOLUTION OF MR.

LAW The problems of England's troubled finances, the questions of the coinage, the gossip of the king's embroilments with the Parliament--these things, it may again be said, occupied Law's mind far less than the question of gaining audience with his fair rescuer of the morn at Sadler's Wells.

This was the puzzle which, revolve it as he might, not even his audacious wit was able to provide with plausible solution.

He pondered the matter in a hundred different pleasing phases as he passed from the Bank of England through the crowded streets of London, and so at length found himself at the shabby little lodgings in Bradwell Street, where he and his brother had, for the time, taken up their quarters.
"It starteth well, my boy," cried he, gaily, to his brother, when at length he had found his way up the narrow stair into the little room, and discovered Will patiently awaiting his return.

"Already two of my errands are well acquit." "You have, then, sent the letters to our goldsmith here ?" said Will.
"Now, to say truth, I had not thought of that.