So first I drew out from my waistcoat the packet I had taken from under my shirt, and put there, while Mr.Chiffinch was away.
"Sir;" I said, "I have brought your packet back again.

I have had no word from you as to its delivery; and as I must go abroad to-day I dare keep it no longer.

Your Majesty, I fear, must find another messenger." His face darkened for an instant as if he could not remember something; but it lightened again as he took the packet from me, and turned it over.
"Why; I remember," he said.

"It was sealed within and without, was it not ?" That seemed to me a strangely irrelevant thing to say but I told him, Yes it was.
"And you were to deliver to--eh?
what was his name ?" "Your Majesty told me that the name would be sent to me." "Why, so I did," said the King, smiling.

"Well; let us open the packet and see what is within." He took up a little ivory knife that was on the table by his elbow, and slipped it beneath the folds of the paper, so as to burst open the seals; and when he had done that, there was another wrapper, also sealed.