"There," said he, eying his handiwork with a look of relief. "Perhaps when it comes back postmarked and smutched by contamination with the mailbags I may know what to do with it, but I'll be blessed if I could break the seal of that spotless envelope to save my soul."
And he marched forth to post it with his own hand.
That was after all the best solution for the time being, and we both felt that a weight had been lifted from our minds.
