But after a careless glance he put it back in the pouch, and threw it on the table in front of the bishop.

I could hardly keep from shouting for joy.

He had failed to see the alteration, and in case of its discovery, he might now be his own witness against King Louis, should that crafty monarch dare to alter my father's missive by so much as the crossing of a 't'.

If father hereafter discovers anything wrong in the letter, he will be able to swear that King Louis was the evil doer, since father himself put the letter in the pouch with his own hands.

Father will never suspect that a friend came to me out of far-away Styria to commit this crime." "I rejoice that I came," I said.
"And I," she answered.