He turned it over in his fingers, looking at it with a heavy eye, and then at his guest.

"Eh?
Letter ?" he muttered, puzzled.
"If your lordship will cut that open, you will see what his majesty has to propose." He mentioned the king in a voice charged with suggestion, so that no doubt could linger on the score of the king he meant.
"Gad!" cried his lordship.

"Gad! 'Twas thus ye bubbled Mr.Green?
Shrewd, on my soul.

And you are the messenger, then ?" "I am the messenger," answered Mr.Caryll coldly.
"And why did you not say so before ?" For the fraction of a second Mr.Caryll hesitated.

Then: "Because I did not judge that the time was come," said he..