carrying a telegram for Sapt. The Colonel took it and put it in his pocket.
"Read it," said the King. He had dined and was about to go to bed, it being nearly ten o'clock.
"It will keep, sire," answered Sapt, who did not know but that it might be from Wintenberg.
"Read it," insisted the King testily. "It may be from Rischenheim. Perhaps he can get here sooner. I should like to know about those dogs. Read it, I beg."
Sapt could do nothing but read it. He had taken to spectacles lately, and he spent a long while adjusting them and thinking what he should do if the message were not fit for the King's ear.
"Be quick, man, be quick!" urged the irritable King.
Sapt had got the envelope open at last; and relief, mingled with perplexity, showed in his face.
"Your Majesty guessed wonderfully well. Rischenheim can be here at eight to-morrow morning," he said, looking up.
"Capital!" cried the King. "He shall breakfast with me at nine, and I'll have a ride after the boar when we've done our business. Now are you satisfied?"
"Perfectly, sire," said Sapt, biting his moustache.
The King rose with a yawn, and bade
