"I feared the bishop would read the letter, but he did not.

He tied the ribbon, softened the lead wafer over the lamp flame, and placed it on the bow-knot; then he stamped it with father's small seal.

When it was finished I did not want to laugh for joy--when one is very happy one wants to weep.

That I could safely do, and I did.
The bishop handed the letter to Byron, and father spoke commandingly: 'Deliver the missive to the French king before you sleep or eat, unless he has left Paris.

If he has gone to Tours, follow him and loiter not.' 'And if he is not in Tours, Your Grace ?' asked Byron.