"But on my life, to run the chance for a letter's sake! A letter's a poor thing to risk the peace of a kingdom for." "Unhappily," said I, "it's the only thing that a messenger can well carry." "Off with you, then," grumbled the colonel.

"Tell Rassendyll from me that he did well.

But tell him to do something more.

Let 'em say good-by and have done with it.

Good God, is he going to waste all his life thinking of a woman he never sees ?" Sapt's air was full of indignation.
"What more is he to do ?" I asked.