Michael's Governor, you know, and we must be prepared for hindrances.

You must sign the order." "My dear colonel, I've not been bred a forger!" Out of his pocket Sapt produced a piece of paper.
"There's the King's signature," he said, "and here," he went on, after another search in his pocket, "is some tracing paper.

If you can't manage a 'Rudolf' in ten minutes, why--I can." "Your education has been more comprehensive than mine," said I."You write it." And a very tolerable forgery did this versatile hero produce.
"Now, Fritz," said he, "the King goes to bed.

He is upset.

No one is to see him till nine o'clock tomorrow.